I'll have a better post and more photos when I've had some sleep but I really love this one. There won't be any of me this year. Me and my iPhone? We are it. Good thing I 'sat' out a dance and did some work.
My hips and knees hurt in the most wonderful, beautiful foot stomping, whip swinging, hip bending, buzz stepping (you were missed, Ev) way.
I realized this year that a hardwood floor does NOT mean a sprung floor. I guess I always knew that but you spend enough time in the ballet world and you make assumptions (wishes and dreams) and the Peterborough Town Hall is older than God and you see DUST when 200 people dance (stomp) on that thing. And Greenfield has a new floor and the Branford floor, well, I guess I don't dance as long or as hard or something.
A year later and I'm a much better and much more assertive dancer. And I DID so dance all night long except for the two. One to take pictures and one to take out the sparkling cider at midnight... Right before the last two dances...
So Happy New Year. In long wavy lines and every which foot stomping, hip swinging, buzz stepping...
You get the picture.