12.08.05

Yesterday afternoon a gentleman came in the shop to pick up an order.

His mullet was phenomenal. His mirrored sunglasses--arresting. His denim jacket with Pendleton-blanket sleeves--amazing. His acid-washed, pegged jeans--whoo. His moustache/mutton chops/long, flowing facial hair--goodness gracious me oh my.

He bore a passing resemblance to a lion; which is what he was going for. I think. Or a yeti.

*grin*

Sore feet today. I danced for almost two hours straight last night, plus the tango lesson. I wasn't doing too well as a follow however. Too scattered or something.

(Shhh, don't tell anyone, but the perpetually self-pity-party girl actually called a guy and asked him *gulp* out)(Wait, here's the part that really flipped me out; he accepted.)(Oy vey.)

Tired girl here, but looking forward to another evening of tango. I'm saving my pennies for the Tango Boot Camp that's happening in February. *whee!* A weekend-long, intensive, tango seminar.

Oh joy.

Go. Be fabulous.

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