Dance or Play Ball?

   

I'd give dance a 70-75% satisfaction rate (sorry, Joseph). I just wasn't in much of a dancing mood--despite the many cups of coffee. If my visiting friends weren't there, I don't know what I would have done. Unfortunately, my friend from Arizona didn't make it--but hopefully she'll get to come next week. Fortunately, C4 brought a couple of her sisters (no, sadly, my "twin" was not one of them) and she plans to come next week too!! *cheers*

Still, I had fun. There were some beach balls just laying in full view calling out to me. At first, I thought I'd better leave them alone (my tomboyish side has no regard for my lovely nails), but I couldn't resist the temptation for long--not with all that coffee in my system. I played ball with C4 and one of her sisters (Josi played for awhile too, but we proved too wild for her) until T (C4's sister) got injured as she and I both dived for the ball. When I got her some ice, she claimed she didn't need it. The other girls started taking it to eat, and somehow a stick-ice-down-your-friend's-shirt contest got started.

Yes. I had fun at dance. Hey, I did do Lo Ahavti Dai, Debka Kafrit, Hey Baby, Riverdance (!!).

It was miracle we got there at all. I have no sense of direction; I get lost in an apartment looking for the bathroom. I had excellent directions from Imah, and I still managed to get C4 off-track several times. Fortunately, we only got lost once on the way back home. Eh...I wonder if C4 did ok getting to her home?

Well, thank you, girls, for coming (and taking me with you, dealing with my terrible sense of direction)! Next week, I'm plotti--er, planning to have even more fun with you all!