Dimensions in Dance

I just got done editing a couple of adventures from Year One of RBA that involved dancing, so I really feel like anything I would say about Henry and I going to Dimensions in Dance would be a repeat of my own writing.  Is self plagiarism a thing?

Oh well.  Henry and I went to Dimensions and Dance and re-lived our glory days as dancers.  He and I (and a couple of you out there) performed in the summer show at Allan Hancock in 2004 and now he's the cheerleading coach there and I have a Wii with a dance game.  Obviously we both still love to dance.  Plus I just started watching  So You Think You Can Dance.  Because I do still think I can dance.  What I can't do, however, is always find someone to go to local performances with me.  I want to go every year... but haven't been since 2010.  I need to work on my powers of persuasion.

But this year Henry had free tickets and a free afternoon so we went to the show and had a great time.  My favorites dances in any performance are usually the ones that are either really fun or really dramatic.  If they fail to be either of these things then I have been known to yawn and/or laugh internally (sometimes externally) at them.  That's just who I am. 

Henry happened to be in a similar mood, so we kept making each other laugh by repeatedly whispering the names of the dances to each other and waving our arms in the air, singing "Heeeey, hooooo".  You really had to be there to get the full effect.  But all in all it was a pretty good show.  My favorites were "Musical Chairs" and "Paris".  I even got to hear two Michael Jackson songs in the mix ("The Way You Make Me Feel" and "Place With No Name") so I was a happy camper.

Afterwards, we danced (literally) back to the car while I yelled, "I just wanna dance!"  I'm so glad Henry is my friend.  He doesn't care when I do a Random Parking Lot Yelling Dance.

Then we went for ice cream at Doc Burnstein's just because.  We sampled, we ate, we listened to "Billie Jean", we laughed until our sides hurt.  Perfect day.

Dear Henry,
D-bicecream.
Love, Rebeccadit.