jig

Learned how to do just a little bit of the Charleston last night, by which I mean that I know just enough to make myself look like I’m having an attack of the heebeejeebies, or I’m trying to stamp out a brush fire. I certainly don’t look like I’m dancing. But it could be a lot of fun.

The annual hangar dance will come a little early this year, weekend after next. Last year it took place at the end of July, but either because of a scheduling conflict, or because they don’t want the mosquitoes to eat us alive the way they did last year, it’s been moved up a couple weeks, so we asked our dance instructor with a little help getting ready.

While we were working on our sweetheart moves he showed us how to dance a little jig that looked really jazzy when he did it. We’ve got a little ways to go before we can make it look jazzy, but maybe if we drink enough beer next weekend we’ll be loose enough to try it in public.