Next week Lee and I are going to start Swing Dancing on Wednesday nights. It's a six week course for beginners and we're doing it with his sister and her spouse.
A couple of my friends have asked me how I managed to convince Lee to take me dancing. Well, let's start off with saying two things.
1. It weren't easy!
2. I likely had it easier than many other people.
To expand, in reverse order. My darling husband used to be an Actor. He did a degree in theatre and performed in many many plays. He had to do dance and yoga and crazy stuff that I don't even want to know about for his degree, so he has a familiarity with the whole idea that many kiwi blokes probably just don't.
In addition to this, he promised me a couple of years ago that he would take me to dancing lessons if I organised them. He had to promise, because he doesn't like the idea of me dancing with other men and I don't want to go to lessons on my own, and if he won't dance with me then I get no dancing and that hardly seems fair.
So we're going to do swing dancing and I am excited about it! Plus, we really need the exercise. We haven't played tennis once since we moved (no court around the corner) and we can't agree on any other kind of exercise. He runs faster than I can and swimming at Freyberg pool doesn't appeal. The renouf tennis centre is really expensive!
The other leverage I had to convince Lee to go was that I organised the lessons and we can walk there quite easily from our new abode.
This evening I went to another book launch. It was for a friend of my mother in law's at the Kilbirnie Children's book shop. She's written an adorable book called Piggety Wiggety Jiggety-Jig and when it was read out it actually brought a little tear to my eye. The title is a little off-putting I admit, but it is also the heart of the story and a great one it is too!
In other book news I am really enjoying Meg Cabot's How to be Popular, although her romances are getting kinda formulaic...it's still awesome light chick-litty goodness.
I am officially addicted to my bath. I am trying to restrict myself to two soaks per week, but the damn thing is too tempting. This evening's submerge was in Flossty Gritter bubble bar from Lush (lovely smell, huge lasting bubbles and a pleasingly subtle purple tint to the water), American Doll Posse blasting on the stereo and a glass of cold water to drink. Plus Meg Cabot to read.
PoF: Blissed out
CO: really quite sleepy.