RollerBallroom

Two days from now, I start BallRoomDancing. Yes, it's true. For Christmas, I gave my wife lessons and my company every Monday for six weeks. We'll be challenging Jerry Rice himself in the next few days, I bet. I'm more than a little apprehensive, but not because I can't dance. The handicaps: 48, fat, bad knees, bad back, fat. The assets: not dead, have rhythm, can spell rhythm, willing to participate, can be expressive (which means that I can pull a George Hamilton and ham the judges), was once decently athletic. Did I mention I was fat? Here's what I hope to gain out of this: 1) Learn a little dancing 2) Show Linda a good time 3) Get us both up off the couch 4) Maybe open up an avenue for us to have a different interest we can share. See? I AM giving and caring. And, I get to look at the hot chicks in the skimpy outfits. Bonus!