Travel and Vacations

funny you ask. amber and i had that same question too not too long ago.
luckily we were gently guided by a master. i like to think that i can be helpful from time to time, so we’re going to play a game together, ok? i’m going to write a letter to myself and then we’ll pretend that i’m a wisened advice-columnist who is generous with her knowledge of how to “get down.”:
dear diana,
i have a problem that i was really hoping you could help me with. you seem like a prime candidate as far as “people who know how to ‘move it like they mean it’ on a non-dance-floor where everyone else is annoyed by your obnoxious behavior, on a monday night.” if i am correct in my assumption, how does one go about doing such a thing?
also, i was hoping you might be able to point me in the right direction as far as “awesome dancewear.” you know – like, for when i get really good at my moves and want to take them public?
thanks in advance,
-stumped
well “stumped,” today lady-luck is winking in your general direction. recently amber and i were at a location almost exactly like the one you described, when suddenly the most fantastic song ever came on the jukebox. i can’t remember what it was.
we felt so moved by the moment – and were still riding the emotional high of our dance lesson from noah – that we decided to attempt to re-create his glorious moves. luckily it was caught on film. and luckily for you, after said dance lesson, we are now actually qualified groove-instructors. observe the correct way to look awesome on the dance floor.

amber and i made a patriotic present today in (somewhat) honor of our country’s b-day. it involved red-white and blue trip-thrifted vintage, and a lot of getting our heels stuck in the muddy grass. but it looks purdy.

i can’t keep my days straight.  i can’t seem to adjust to the stupidly minimal 2 hour time-change between tucson and fayetteville either.  i’m awake at 4:00am.  i barely wake up at noon.  i’m pretty sure the general consensus is that i’m a lazy human being, when in fact it’s the damn time difference.  i swear.

in other news:

i’ve been reading each and every comment about 50 times a piece, and getting really excited to know you guys exist.  it’s pretty amazing – you know, that thing where awesome sounding people say that they like the same things you do?  yes, i’m stoked!

jeannette and will took us for a late-afternoon river swim.  i would tell you which one, but i don’t remember.  jeannette kindly loaned me and amber some flip-flops for river-entry, which i didn’t think would be needed – until i saw the 2′ deep muck we had to march through to get to the good stuff.  (i learned an important lesson today – don’t assume something about a place you’ve never been to.  especially when a kind local is trying to help you out with flip-flops.)