shweet

alright,maybe it's time to go to bed before 12. in bed by 4.30 this morning. noice.

we went to the wedding reception and had a very nice time. it was in richmond (go over the oldest bridge in tasmania, then keep going til you see the left-hand turn to blahblah manor...).
while we mostly danced de lindy hop, there was also some wicked breakin', followed by some more breakin'. go you disco hounds, go.

prior to all that, though, scotti and julianne took a tiny how-to swing class for beginners. comedy gold: sloshed teachers teaching sloshed guests how to shimmy. magic.

after all that the squeeze and i - well, i - drove scotti, ainslie and duncan back to civilisation and de discos.

we saw a most excellent funky jazz band called Recliner at a chic bar called Lisbon (the sort scotti tends to favour) and danced with wonderful Helen again. we haven't danced since herrang last year. hell, we haven't spoken since herrang. she is truly one of my most favourite dancers as well as being one of the most excellent people i know. goddang geography Launceston is too far away.
so we dance to funky bluesy jazzy stuff (a la jimmy smith) and then we solo'd it and others were tempted onto the teeny dance floor.

did i mention the band had a xylophone player? and a hammond organist?
wonderful!

so we danced and spacked about. very cooly of course.
then i made scotti solo dance for me to mission impossible.... i mean, he was the one who argued that you can do anything to mission impossible and still look cool. so he had to prove it.
...
jury's out.
but he has since elevated himself in my regard: the willingness to solo dance in public for the entertainment of one's peers is truly the mark of a most excellent friend.

then we went to a hippity hop club where there was too much drum n base for the squeeze, but plenty o beats for ms dance-ho. dance it up, baby, dance it up!

then we went home.

then we went to bed.

then we got up at 2pm. but luckily the clocks went back an hour today so we didn't lose all that much time.
in an hour i'll be cookin' de ham (hamulon task of course). then off to see cake walkin' babies, where i will dance with helen, tease scotti and embarass myself.

right now, though, i'm sitting in a pool of sunshine enjoying the view (hallooo mt wellington) and suckin up my new billy holiday cd. i've had a few pieces of lindt chocolate and a few potato chips (that song is really sticking in my head... is it slim and slam?), i've had a little dance with the squeeze in the loungeroom here, and i'm feeling shweet. here is photographic evidence.

i really like these later holiday recordings. i mean, i prefer the earlier stuff she did, but the quality is often shitsticks. this stuff from the 50s (with norman granz producing) is shweet. groove me up, baby.