more good times... more dancing

[gwendolyngrey]

It was with great relief that I drove my car downtown this evening for the Halloween swing dance. 

My poor little car had gone entirely kaput... engine trouble with the spark plugs and horrid klunking on every turn due to some sort of alex/bearing malfunction.  The first mechanic I took it to told me it would cost about $750 to fix.  I despaired for a moment, and then had someone else look at it.  I was initially told by him that it would be about $500, but once he actually started working on it he was able to source cheaper parts, and I only ending up spending about $300!  I don't LIKE laying out that much money in one go, but at least I'm not entirely broke.  And when I drove it tonight it hummed along merrily like it ought to... a great load off my mind!

And swing dance was quite fun.  I went with Mike and Katie (surprise, surprise),  and we all threw together last-minute costumes.  Mike was a WWII sailor, and I had a lot of fun drawing fake tattoos on his arms with sharpie before the dance.  I drew pin-up girls on his forearms, and an anchor on one bicep and added a scroll and letters to an actual temporary tattoo of a ship on the other.  Katie dressed up as Josefina (the birthday outfit)  and I used my 18th cen corset as base for a sort of pirate-ish look.

I have to say though, this was the first dance I've ever been to where I didn't get to dance with anyone outside of my own party.  Perhaps it's due to the vast number of high-schoolers in attendance, but there wasn't a lot of mingling going on.  I think I was kind of spoiled by the recent Civil War ball, where people were quite good at asking strangers/new acquaintances to dance.  All the same, we had a good time... my feet are killing me (half an hour walk there and back plus dancing in heels), but it was worth it.

   

Comments

[ktlovely.livejournal.com]

Do you realize how freaking adorable we all are? Holy crap.

[idlewild-grey.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'm afraid he is. Although they didn't seem any the worse for wear at the end of the night...

[ktlovely.livejournal.com]

As he put it, they were already battle-scarred when they were rescued from that abominable house. It's a wonder they weren't mildewed or smelling of smoke or mouse-eaten. There was some spotting already, and I think there might have been some paint. Some Mike-sweat isn't going to be too bad. If it makes you feel any better, I'm reasonably confident that the late owner of said trousers would be pleased to see them used thusly.

I could probably get you a strongly worded reprimand for him from my mother, though. After all, she did rescue them with you in mind. I'm going to ask her if there are any photos of Uncle Theron wearing them.

Also, using the icon just because it seemed to fit oddly.