Something I’ve wanted to learn to do for years and years is swing dance- lindy hop, jitterbug etc. . . and it is beyond ridiculous that I haven’t done anything about it since I lived near The Derby in LA (The scene in Swingers where Favreau meets Heather Graham was filmed there).
Folks in Los Angeles know my love of 1940’s and 1950’s vintage clothing and tunes. . . (I haven’t been able to break out my pretty frocks here since I’ve had a rather serious case of Heathrow Injection. . . I’ll be whinging about that tomorrow. . .)
I have discovered that there is a swing dance class and dance night at The Bedford, a pub down the way from me. I’m going to start taking classes so I can stop wishing I could lindy hop and actually be able to do it a little.
I also wanna go to The Savoy Ball in March. I need to find some alligators to drag a hoof avec moi cause I know it won’t be Stuart’s bag, but I fully intend on being there jump, jiven’ and wailn’, ginned up with the hep cats and kittens. . . Dig daddyo?
