Dancing and Dancing

Last night was really something. Almost the whole crew went down to the Persephone racetrack for beer and music and the most incredible dancing ever. It was a whole different pot of stew from the waltzing I learned to do on Paquin way back when. I call it Sai-Style Dancing, because Saienne was teaching us the other day on the observation deck, but she calls it "ceilidh" dancing, or some such difficult to spell name.

Anyway, I danced with Hatch and then Tyr and then Hatch again, and it was so incredibly much fun I can't even tell you. I was so tired I don't know how I didn't fall down, but, amazingly I kept dancing. And twirling. And stomping. And clapping. And laughing.

Max was up on the stage, playing the fiddle (yeah, I know, he prefers it to be called 'violin'), and he and the band were AMAZINGLY WONDERFULLY FANTASTIC. Seriously, I can't praise them enough. It's like they were all hyped up on mega-doses of caffeine and they went positively crazy on the stage in all kinds of remarkable ways. I've never seen anything like it in my life, but I sure hope I do again!

And Hatch, oh Hatch... he looked so happy. We were so happy. We are so happy. Oh, what a beautiful life!

P.S. Matty loves me!