The night was a good night as far as round dancing goes. It's rather sad that we've been reduced to two couples attending on a consistent weekly basis (the people putting it on, and...well, us), but at the same time it opens up a lot of fun because they're some of the strongest phase six dancers around (the only reason that only a few people like us learn from them though is that they're primarily dancers, not teachers), and while we're sometimes at that level and sometimes not, we're generally fairly high.
So it was a good evening, though it had a bit of a snag in it. Rather, stag. Generally, I sleep on the way home (and the way there for that matter), to rest myself up as to better allow me to better focus once the drive has finished. But as we were nearing home, we nearly hit a dear. My sister asked me after that how I was doing. With only a second or two's hesitation, I had an immediate response for her:
So there was that, but otherwise, good!