It was another fun weekend of dancing at the annual Camp Hollywood, where people come from oceans away—and I from the next zip code—to dance oddly. I only went to two of the four nights (shredding my feet last year taught me a lesson) but it was the full lindy machine craziness.
Here’s two photos of me dancing with my partner, Laurel:
I talked to my sister on the phone today; she’s back home from the hospital and getting used to life as a mom. I got to hear my nephew Diego’s voice for the first time! His German is not very good.