Friendly Party

Sloane, age 4, and I set up the Cape Cod Dance Center party, a cozy affair with glitter picture decorations.
A new group, some very experienced, some just talented, went through a fun amalgamation of International Rumba steps. Not just one IRS, the day before taxes. None of our accountant friends attended, and as usual with these Sunday night parties, people didn't stick around until the stated hour of 9:30. Maybe they just get too tired with the amount of stuff they learn from Ron.