dancing, blisters, & love

last night, cindy & i volunteered to check members into an event for the Austin Symphony BATS (Be At The Symphony - bats are also Austin's adopted nocturnal critters). after spending 30 minutes checking off names and creating name stickers (hi! my name is billy bob!) we were allowed to join the throngs of yuppies (literally - everyone was young, urban, and professional - sometimes that's just the way it is) in drinking wine and shiners while watching belly-dancers rithe on the dance floor. we met a bunch of cool people while waiting in line for the fortune teller, who averaged 30 minutes per fortune - such a long wait that we were not fortunate enough to receive a fortune.

after waiting and drinking for a while, i was convinced by my partner in crime to hit the dance floor - there was a mean rumba that was calling for dancers. and we danced - oh, yes, we danced. we were the only ones doing some serious dancing, though the definition of serious depends on the person. while i thought i was doing some serious dancing, i'm sure everyone else thought i was in serious pain. or seriously causing cindy pain. or seriously in need of dance lessons. either way, i danced till my heel developed a serious blister. i'd say that was, oh, about 10 minutes. the i really was in serious pain. but i sucked it up to go out dancing at another bar afterwards. i didn't complain - no, i was gonna be tough. i was gonna take my baby out dancing b/c she loves to dance. but when we found out there was cover and they didn't accept credit cards, the machisimo ended. i then became a wounded puppy ready to go home.