Another swinging night

I took the bus back to Belfast, glammed myself up a bit, then took the train to Bangor, where I attended the Festival Ball, a 20s-themed swing dance. I spent the night at the hotel after the dance, sharing a room with Rhoda, my dancing buddy. Some nights I dance better than others. Tonight wasn’t a great night. Which is OK b/c I enjoy joking around with Rhoda and other Swing Belfast members as much as I enjoy dancing. I also enjoy watching other dancers and there were some really good ones at the Festival Ball. A French man called Andrew had his own interpretation of Lindy Hop, as the best dancers do.
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