jump jive n' wail

i am completely covered in somebody else's sweat. under normal circumstances, this would, and usually does, disgust me to the point of nausea.

however.

when that somebody's sweat happens to be a Russian dancer with Alvin Ailey named Sergei who spent the night lifting you over his head, i find that the addition of sweat is completely acceptable.

Tonight: Swing dancing [shut up, yes, I am aware that it is no longer 1995, thank you] with cast members of NY Revels Scotland who were visiting from the UK.
I'm relatively competant when it comes to swing dancing -- i'm no Brian Setzer-head, but I can hold my own for the most part.

enter sergei.

once in a blue moon, you dance with a partner who is so good, you reach a place i like to call Dancetopia. Dancegri-La.

I totally had a dancegasm.

I'm serious. I have never smoked before in my life, and when we finished dancing, I had this overwhelming urge for a cigarette.

this guy was so amazing, I didn't have to do anything but stand there and let him throw me around.

SWoooooooooooooooon....

anytime, Sergei, anytime.