Friday Dance Party: Let Yourself Go

These pages have been silent since last week's Dance Party, which I think is a first. In the three-plus years I have been at the helm of this gabfest, I don't believe a full week has gone by without my posting an entry. Until now. It's been an active, exhilarating, exasperating week. You want to hear all about it, right?

I have no doubt you will, but not in this posting. Suffice it to say that this week involved some travel, some singing, some dancing, and shmacting. There are a few career possibilities ahead, with the emphasis on POSSIBLE, even as one or two fell off the radar. More details will follow, but for today, it's the Dance Party!


Nothing raises my spirits more than a good dance-off, especially one which includes tap. Who better to prove the point than Astaire and Rogers? Fred has appeared several times before in these pages, once with our Ginger; go here for that truly delightful routine.

Here is another swell dance, in honor of Ms. Rogers, whose birthday is today. She would be 99 years old if she were still alive and kicking (and if she were alive, she would most assuredly still be kicking). Hope this improves your mood as much as it improves mine!