What an action-packed family friendly weekend I had.
On Friday night, I went out to dinner with some friends from work including Miriam, Peter and Zena. We had a candlelit night of conversation, Thai food (banana fritters! 😛 ), and pins and needles in legs due to floor sitting.
Damjan and I then drove 75 minutes to Yarra Junction, where the 2005 dance camp was in full swing (swing!) after midnight.
Camp room stats:
| People | 6 Me, Damjan, Ben, Megan, James, Naomi |
| Males | 3 |
| Females | 3 |
| Larks (early to rise, early to bed) | 4 |
| Owls (late to rise, party into the night) | 2 |
| Old people | 3 |
| Young people | 3 |
| Swing specialists | 5 |
| Latin specialists | 2 |
| Ballroom specialists | 2 |
| Committee members | 4 |
| Light haired people | 3 |
| Dark haired people | 3 |
| People I’ve travelled with before | 3 |
| Tall people | 3 |
| Medium people | 1 |
| Short people | 2 |
| People who have had braces | At least 3 |
| People who need glasses | 3 |
| Arts | 1 |
| Science | 2 |
| Engineering | 3 |
| Medicine | 1 |
| Musicians | 4 |
| ENFJ | 1 |
| ENTP | 1 |
| INTJ | 2 (supposedly) |
| Unknown personality types | 2 |
| Vegetarians | 0 |
| Cool people | 6 |
Hey, apparently I don’t like labels.
We spent the weekend dancing swing, latin, ballroom and salsa. We made use of the inground trampolines (“One person at a time. No shoes. No jumping after dark. No jumping between trampolines.”) and canoes on the lake.
My heart almost burst with happiness and goodwill.
I want to know what your definition of “old” is =p
Group B is “old” compared to Group A when every member of Group B is at least one year older than every member of Group A!
Well, I guess it saved me from asking. Although, I don’t know whether I like this definition of “old”…
The most relaxing time I had all weekend (and probably all year!) was lying on the grass, balancing a waterbottle on my forehead. *sighs in nostalgia*
Joan, what do you mean, inflicting your “over-friendliness, stubborn refusal to discuss issues that I take personally and preoccupation with schedules and puctuality” on us?! At the very least, I believe I could take the cake for ‘schedule-anal-ness’ over the weekend.
I had a moderate attack of anti-Joan over the weekend, even while I was having fun. I realise that mostly it’s in my head, that people are probably not annoyed with me but all the same, I know when I’m failing my standards of behaviour.
I like that term — ‘schedule-anal-ness’!