Nobody puts Lacey in the corner

I can't say no. It's a problem. How I get myself into these 'situations' is beyond me. I recently moved out of my presh 1 bedroom 2nd floor apartment, when my much older neighbor stopped me mid move to ask for some help. He lived below me and was always so good to me. Checking in on me to make sure I was "okay", and letting me know I can always count on him. Much appreciated. So when he asked me if I knew anyone who could shag, I thought of a few people for him. The story progresses. As he continued, I learned that he has taught shag for over 20 years and his partner had moved on. Or so I thought - turns out he just doesn't like her. Regardless I made a few calls and of course no one answered. Being from the great state of Maryland, I don't have the slightest clue how to do the dance of South Carolina. Even with my years in the area. But somehow he sensed my amazing rhythm and feeling for the dance floor and told me that if I gave him 2, 2 hour lessons he could teach me and then I could teach these said lessons with him. Call it being nice, or just a good neighbor, but I agreed. 3, not 2, personal sessions (1 in the lobby of his office), led to my first night teaching a group of strangers. I'd go into the details of this group, but I don't think I'd be able to keep it together. What was supposed to be 8 homeowner couples, turned into 4 with their elementary school children. My dance partner was a little taken back. To be a fly on the wall....I'm telling you what. Brownie points. Speaking of brownies, I can't say no to those these days either. I've developed quite the sweet tooth at my new job. So maybe dancing will help with those LB's.

I will say that this past weekend on the dance floor at friends Micah and Beth's wedding, my dear friend Mitch told me that he was quite impressed with my moves...for a beginner. That is until I got a little carried away and totally smashed my face into his elbow. I'm not the best follower, and I'm sure the beverage consumption didn't help....probably didn't help his evaluation either. Oh well, I'm taking the compliment and running with it. A dance machine, this one. Couldn't get enough. The wedding in Rock Hill was a success to say the least. The added bonus...LEDO'S PIZZA! A Maryland favorite that somehow landed a spot in the thrill! SO. GOOD.

With a kickball bye Friday, and an open weekend coming up, I'm crossing my fingers for blue skies to soak up some sun, take on some golf, and enjoy some outdoor beers. Throw in a back massage after I bomb at the golf, and I'll be good to go.