Football. American Football. American College Football. Michigan play Ohio. The Wolverines versus the Buckeyes. A wolverine is a savage little mammal. A buckeye is a kind of nut. What kind of team has a nut for a mascot? They lose. We cheer. We visit the florists to plan flowers for the wedding and we go out dancing in the evening. Cajun dancing. Zydeco.<\/p>\n
Laura seems to want me to get all the moves right in one gestalt learning zap. Like I’m Neo. I want to have fun, stay in time and not stand on her feet. It’s tricky. I haven’t danced for ages and ages and I’ve never learned this dance position thing Laura feels is necessary for me to lead properly. Surely the fact that I don’t have a peanut for a head should be enough to endear me to any partner? Apparently not.<\/p>\n
They give us milk and cookies halfway through the evening–no bar in the Pittsfield Grange (which, incidentally, resembles a commmunity centre\/village hall in the UK). I want to learn swing, which seems to be the dance of choice around these parts. I only really know salsa. They all dance to rock and roll here. Which is nice. Unless you can’t do it. Well, it’s-a one for the money, two for the show…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Football. American Football. American College Football. Michigan play Ohio. The Wolverines versus the Buckeyes. A wolverine is a savage little mammal. A buckeye is a kind of nut. What kind of team has a nut for a mascot? They lose. We cheer. We visit the florists to plan flowers for the wedding and we go … Continue reading Best Foot Forward<\/span>