Um, we had our final dance lesson tonight. The teacher didn't look too confident when she sent us off. What I learned was to stick out my boobs, suck in my stomach, and that I "look better when I'm talking." Oh, and to not dip myself. Too bad what I didn't learn was to identify the beat or not step on his toes. Sucks to be Adam during the first dance.
Wednesday, April 10
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