And my feet are KILLING me

...which means I had a fabulous time at the All Hall Ball, dancing the night away in Pershing. There was much 80s music (courtesy of Krista and Annie, who probably requested half the music over-all), fake swing dancing (which must always occur at dances), and I was swung around a la "Dirty Dancing" or some ballet by John (under Krista's careful direction: "Now, lift her up and spin!"). I didn't wear shoes the entire night, demonstrated my twisting skills ("Twist and Shout" = Best Beatles Song Ever), and stole a set of the helium balloon table decorations. They're quickly deflating and attacking Merv, but I don't think he minds.

I love dances. I miss high school.