Alone and Unobserved

Tonight I attended the contra dance event at the First Unitarian Church on 13th East. The venue was smaller and oddly shaped (the room was apparently one of the church foyers), but the mood was upbeat and the music was infectious, toe-tapping stuff. Most of my partners were good, but I did have a few stinkers—although I have to admit that they probably thought I was the stinker, and you only have my word for it that the problem resided with them and not me. But all in all it was jolly good fun, and I hope to repeat it twice a week for the foreseeable future. Don’t worry; I’ll only bore my readers with it if something truly memorable happens.

Such as the fact that I wore one of my favorite T-shirts to the event, the one that reads, “When I play doctor, I play to win.” It was the star of the evening, with several people asking where they could go to purchase one. I was happy to tell them, and I’m happy to tell you, that you can buy your very own “playing doctor” T-shirt right here. Tonight’s shirt was an even bigger hit than last week’s, which pictured a deranged stalk of broccoli saying, “I am considered extremely macho by broccoli standards.” (You can buy that one here.)