Number 9 Number 9 Number 9 — Notes from a Marriage
Last night Adam and I celebrated our 9 year anniversary by taking a private ballroom dance lesson! That's right folks, bask in the mental image of Adam taking a dance lesson and occasionally dancing with a man as a part of that lesson. We were dressed for the part, he in black slacks and a stylish tux shirt, me in a ballroom gown style skirt and gold heels. As we stood facing one another trying to learn how to create our dance form I couldn't help but feel like Baby in Dirty Dancing trying to "keep my chin up, my shoulders back, my arms straight", suddenly I was wishing for a young Patrick Swayze to be our dance instructor and not Chad, the pudgy (probably) gay man who, every time I danced with him I couldn't find the muscle divot in his bicep that he said my thumb was supposed to rest on. But we had a blast learning the basics in form, communication, and those few dance steps that factor into almost every dance. We agreed that we'd definitely like to go back for a few more private lessons and then maybe on to a few group lessons. Fun! Maybe by the time John and Shelly's wedding rolls around we'll be like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers only not as well dressed.
I would have loved to see that!!!! Adam dancing with a pudgy gay man for some reason that rings a bell not sure why. Glad you guys had fun. Man has a lot changed since year number 1
you two would cut a very elegant figure on the dance floor.
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