Last night, I went out to perform with my swing troupe at a charity benefit. It was a good time, and the dancing went well. We got some nice professional pictures later in the night as a free gift for performing, but I haven't scanned those yet, so you'll have to wait. Instead, I give you this pic, from the pre-performance silliness:
Important things to notice about this picture:
- Bubba D (in the dark blue), is the only one who looks like he's having trouble. He is also - perhaps not entirely coincidentally - the one having to hold up my ass.
- My costume is extremely unflattering. It's not my fault - I had no say in it. The flowers in my hair, however - which I did have a say in - are adorable, no?
- M. (in the light blue) is working REALLY hard not to grope my boob. In fact, he's just not touching anything at all with his right hand, just to make sure he doesn't accidentally brush against anywhere inappropriate. Good job, M!
ImaginIff... Lara were a sports penalty. Which would she be?
- Delay of Game
- False Start
- Too Many Men
- Excessive Celebration
And for today's flower, I give you a specimen from the hotel lobby at the gig last night: