So to make up for my lack of posting I will share with you some photos of my weekend shenanigans. A while ago I confessed to my crocheting addiction, and now I confess to you.... about line dancing.
That's right. I line dance.
And I freakin' love it. I was skeptical at first, thinking it would be a bunch of elderly people dressed in plaid slowly square dancing around. I was so, so wrong. And here we are a year and a half later and this weekend I found myself at a glorified line dancing convention. There was much dancing, many lessons, high kicks, stomping, Daisy Dukes, and cowboy boots and I loved every second.
We danced, ate, drank, and danced some more and now I'm thoroughly exhausted and totally ready to get back into the swing of things and visit my pony.
|I'm in the black tank top|
|There's a chance I was carried around the hotel in this|
duffel bag all weekend. Perks of being 4'11.
And to keep this post somewhat horse related, here's a picture I got from a friend of mine while I was away. This was accompanied by a paragraph from Mollie-Wogs herself.