Sorry this is delayed. I tried to post it via utterli, but it utterly failed.
Last night was the military ball, which I attended with That One. We were the second most good-looking couple there, second only to Country and her date. I had an absolutely wonderful time. Absolutely wonderful. It’s quite an awesome feeling to be dipped so low that your shoulder length hair brushes the floor.
Also, must learn to salsa, samba and shag (the dance, duh). When the man goes to a dance, he actually expects to dance. Who knew?