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In any event, with these new dancing skills comes the inevitable desire to actually use them. I mean, here Chip and I are, armed with the ability to break into a waltz at the first hint of a 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 count, and next to nowhere to actually exercise it. I think Chip succinctly vented this frustration last night as we were walking to class.

Chip: You know, I wish it was normal these days to actually do this kind of dancing.
Me: I know what you mean.
Chip: I mean, you used to be able to go to a dance club there are fifty people doing the Foxtrot. Nowadays you walk into a club and it�s all� Grindy-grindy Fuck-fuck.
Me: Grindy-grindy Fuck-fuck?
Chip: Grindy-grindy Fuck-fuck.
Me: You just gave me the title of my next journal entry.
Chip: YAY!

It�s true, though. I mean, with the exception of the occasional wedding or other kind of party (and assuming the band knows some old standards), rare is the opportunity to ever break out a Foxtrot or a Waltz or a Tango. And even then, people are usually surprised and all �check it out!� pointing to the couple on the dance floor. I mean, just at the place where we take our dance lessons, I�m sure there are probably at least two rear-endings a month just by people driving by who look in the window, see these dances going on, and just stare� until they hit the person stopped in front of them. It makes me a little sad, quite frankly, that no one knows these standard old dances when people are obviously still interested (and many fascinated).

I guess what I�m trying to say is, I wish there was a little more Foxtrot out there, and a little less Grindy-grindy Fuck-fuck.