And as I whirled around the dance floor in a wild polka, clinging to my partner with drunken desperation, I thought to myself: This is it. This is life, right here. Whirling around, faces flashing too fast before your eyes, clinging to your leader and trusting/hoping/praying he won't let go, stumbling through half remembered dance steps you never really knew and trying not to throw up. And when it's over, I was breathless, half from the mania of it all, and half from laughing so hard. Caitlin's dance teacher was her date, and he danced me a few times. Two swings and a polka, because they're pretty easy. I would like to note here and now: The polka is not easy when the song is six minutes long and you've had six gins and half a bottle of wine. Just saying. It was a good wedding. . Rosie.
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