May I have this dance? Part II.

So we finally had our dance lessons, and let me just say, it wasn't pretty. Jarrett and I haven't danced together probably since college (for those of you bentley people, i think it was the Hideaway) so you get that going into this was going to be interesting from the start.

Then enter, Olga, our russian instructor who apparently thought we should move our hips and do a lot of turns and choreograph something to our song (which she also pointed out would be impossible to count!) I think she wanted us to look like this:

So we finished our 45 minute lesson concluding that we would do the one, two, three step...a turn here and there and try not to move too much. Hey, it's better than when we started and maybe after some champagne it won't be SO bad. and maybe just maybe that will lead to: