military ball

I feel like cinderella, just got back from the ball, and now I'm no longer the elegant belle of the ball. The ball, by the way, was Sean's ROTC military ball that happens every winter semester. one of the treats was a dance teacher, who taught everyone there basic foxtrot, tango, and salsa moves. sean said that people were thinking that I already knew how to dance since i was doing so well... thank you, tap and jazz lessons! if nothing else, i know my right foot from my left. Unfortunately, i was idiot enough to wear my silver four-inch-heel shoes, which, while very comfortable, are still four-inch-heels. Needless to say, those came off for the dancing. I had a lot of fun, so did sean, but i'm tired now, and i'm going to bed.