After a rousing night that started at the Alligator Grill, then headed to the Broken Spoke, the coolest, most fun two stepping party in the world, we went home. I was all excited to have a Mr. Dance himself throw me around the floor with this thing that people that know him say is the Mr. Dance Factor. Even if you’re totally inept, he can make you look fantastic, because, well, he’s Mr. Dance. The place was packed, and everyone knows everyone, which was adorable.

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KE had an alright time too, if you ask me, meeting what I would consider a possible Mr. Right and this being their first real date. Hunky, and intelligent. We’ll see what happens there.
Anyway, the Brother in Law (BIL) brought the Wii and we watched, and watched. Shocking I’m sure, to you, that the men wouldn’t let us play. They were golfing and I wanted to bowl, but nooooooooo.
So I had one, in my own house, hooked up to my projection screen, and got no play time. BIL is off to Dallas for the night, with the Wii, so I will have to wait until Sat. night to give you my review. Let’s all just hope that it doesn’t involve me breaking any windows.




