Dancing with the Stars

It's official: beginning on some fateful night in February (can't remember which one at this point), Kia and I will begin what promises to be an altogether interesting set of classes on...ballroom dancing. In preparation for the June nuptials, we're learning how to look at least competent when it comes to shaking our respective groove thangs at formal events. Apparently, the Electric Slide does not qualify as an appropriate dance to do for our first dance as a couple. Thus, into the unknown we go.

I saw a T-shirt once that said, "If you can walk, you can dance. If you can talk, you can sing." That T-shirt had apparently never met me. More updates on this as it progresses. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the next J. Peterman!