In a fleeting moment, I decided to go dancing weekend before last, since nobody showed up to play frisbee, and I was home by myself.  I danced West Coast, Cha-Cha and a bit of Night Club 2-Step, and came away with several dance workshop fliers.  One of them was for a camp put on by National Dance Champions the following weekend (last weekend).  Miguel came home from his 3- day climbing trip, and in his moment of weakness from not seeing me for 3-days, he agreed to take the 12 hours of a "Dance Camp Crash Course". 

Friday night we walked to the studio, and had a lesson for an hour on the basics, which was quite helpful.  We rotated every few minutes, so had a chance to dance with everyone there.  The instructors turned out to be not only fabulous dancers, but also quite hilarious as well.  They are constantly cracking jokes at the students and each other, which really lightened the whole event.  By Saturday afternoon, 1pm, we were at it again, with 5 full hours of lessons.  By the time the final lesson and the dance rolled around, we'd pretty much forgotten all the patterns we'd learned, and could barely muster enough energy/memory to do the 5 basics again.  

We kept dancing, me with a few different leads here and there, until about 11pm.  I don't know if our dances at the wedding will show the magnitude of improvement we mentally made this weekend in our dancing, but hopefully we'll be able to do a few spins that will keep things interesting.  Lucky for you we don't have video of us dancing, but this video of our instructors is worth a look.