Hey, that was *fun*

This year’s dance ball was great. We had about 80 people, which was a good turn-out for a non-rainy day. I had a really great time. It occurred to me on my way to church this morning that the reason I’d had such a good time last night was because for the past two years the dance ball had been a test of endurance and pain management. After the foot surgery last March (thank you Jesus for the miracles of modern medicine!), and a way longer recovery period than I’d hoped for, I’m finally back to being able to dance all afternoon and evening with no more pain than any desk-worker who suddenly decides to spend a day moving around.

We had fewer musicians than usual this year, so a double helping of thanks to those who came to play: Geoffrey Matthias, Vyncent Atte Woodgate, Alef of King’s Crossing, Catharine de Holocombe,  John Rossingol, Tangwystyl verch Morgant Glasvryn, and Alessandro Cantori.

Thanks also to my fellow dance teachers: Vyncent, Aasa, and Brocc.

Bonus thanks to the autocrat team: Violet, who made things pretty; Cin, who negotiated for the lovely hall, and John, who jumped on the grenade to save the rest of us. Again.