reserved for t. north

i can't help but love sunday nights at the edison. it's not a young crowd, or a particularly stylish crowd. but man, do they dance. it's more stimulating than any kind of television i've seen, and it's pretty much the best people watching to be found. you'll see every kind of dancing style properly represented, and every person's face beaming with that rare sort of youthful enthusiasm. sure, i've been known to cut a rug a time or two, and i love to dance with the older fellas who know how to spin a lady proper. tonight, with the help of some zydeco rhythyms, i did a high kick and a dip and a spin and a shake, along with some newfangled kind of entangled waltz. and i loved every minute of it.

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