Living with two fellow dancers is probably the best thing a dancer could ask for. My apartment, aptly named the Dancer's Den, has in these past few weeks become a hub for dance practice, swing and blues parties but most importantly SO YOU THINK YOU CAN DANCE VIEWING NIGHTS. We and our fellow swingers gather every Wednesday at 8pm exactly to admire and critique the performances, but usually this is just another excuse to make a sinfully delicious dessert without feeling bad.
Tonight, it was Smitten's
Raspberry Buttermilk Cake. The recipe was doubled of course, yet somehow both were gone in under half an hour.
And of course, we danced. We tried doing truckin' (scoots) like this and it was awesome. So awesome that AJ and Melanie should choreograph it into their piece next semester.
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