I’m going to a swing-dancing semi-formal on Saturday with Karolina. This is funny because I don’t know how to dance the Lindy Hop. She tells me there’s a beginner class before the dance, though. As long as I have fun, right? I’ll just pretend that I’m dancing in my apartment. Not DDR, mind you, but dancing. I do that. I just happen to dance like a white boy and I know it is all. A white boy or a belly dancer having a seisure.
Hee. I’ve read that practicing with a door can be useful.
Have fun. Very few people are watching anyway.
DDR is probably helpful for foot-eye coordination development. I’m getting better, anyway.