Well, we played dodge ball with Nerf balls, not hard balls, so it was more of a tactical game. Or I suppose you could call it a Darwinian foam free-for-all.

Certainly, there were no squares of people with pearl-studded shirts and tutu skirts, and no line dancing neither.

Now I want to do the Virginia Reel. We used to do that in camp, or something, and the best time ever was "accidentally" being across from the Boy I Liked.

Plei, maybe the last weekend in January or the last one in February?

Okay!

Either! Both!

I can draw, kinda. Not as well as I once could, but practice and all.

Also, did we know about Jon Stewart:

It was mentioned as a rumor, but that looks pretty official! Yay!

It took me forever to learn to tie my shoes. I was wearing slip-on (pre-velcro) sneakers well into an age where it was embarrassing.

I used the bunny-ears method of shoe-tying for years and years, Sue. I blame my left-handedness.

Hell, I tell you! Hell.

Exactly.

The first time I ever tied my shoes, I had them on the wrong feet.

It kind of took away from the triumph.

Speaking of Jon Stewart, did anyone watch last night's TDS? Loved the Big Brother/spying kitty bit, as well as "This Is Wiretap."

I can't draw. I can't dance. I can move in rhythym, because I am musical, but the movements are not particularly pretty.

Music's where I'm at. Since age 11, the longest stretch I've gone without being in at least one chorus is 6 months, after I graduated college in December, and auditions for Symphony Chorus weren't until July or August. In high school, I was in three choruses, plus voice lessons. In college, I had chorus, voice lessons, and four years of Madrigal dinner. I've sung from Soprano I to Alto II, I've sung in a capella Christmas carolling quartets, I've done church jobs and weddings, including one where the participants disliked the patriarchal implications of "Lord", and rewrote the words to hymns.