My parents, Patrick, and I had our first ballroom dance lesson last night and I am completely in love with it.
Our instructor, Miss Anthony, started us with the basic waltz and swing steps, and then added some turns...that would be the part where the girl gets to spin around and hope her partner doesn't lose her. (Ok, I admit, my partner was not the one at fault when we were practicing turns. Miss Anthony accused me of trying to run away.)
I couldn't stop dancing around last night after we got home. That's not really a new thing for me, though. I dance around all the time. What is new is that my dancing actually had a recognizable form and wasn't just limbs flailing.