I've got those happy feet...

I blame it on the overpolished, but still affecting, salsa dancing in Josh's DVD of "Dance With Me." Ever since watching that, I have this almost palpable urge to go salsa dancing.

Sara said she'd go dancing with me at the Cardinal Bar. They have salsa dancing on Thursday nights with lessons starting at 8:00. Though neither of us might have a partner, at least it's an excuse to get out there and exercise our wanna-be Cuban hips. Besides, I have a feeling two waxy birds like us would get spun around a few times by anonymous boys, and that'd be fun enough.