Wow, that was quite a night.
I have to say, that was quite possibly the best time I've had since I've been here. The British seriously know how to have a good time...particularly the lot of British folks I was with last night.
Our landlord, Gillian, has a super tight family. Joining her last night were her mum, Beatrice, her two brothers, Neil and Dave (photo 2),
Dave's girlfriend, Charlotte, her twin, Caroline, and their handyman, Simon (photo 1). Additionally, there were a few more folks around our age, and we totalled about 15 people...people who seriously know how to shake a tailfeather.
In the States, in my experience, it takes a while for people to get lubricated enough to kick up their heels on the dance floor...at least a few songs during which a courageous few take to the dance floor in hopes of luring others onto it. Thus, the "good" dance music is saved for later when there are actually people dancing. Not in Britain. The DJ launched full speed into dance favorites, starting off the night with "Dancing Queen". In a matter of moments, virtually everyone was on the dance floor flailing away with wild abandon. It was so heartening to see all these 20- and 30-something year old guys having a good time - not worrying whether or not they were making fools of themselves or hanging out by the bar, but really having a blast. I think it was very encouraging for Chad, who, for the third time since I've known him, really let loose and had a fantastic time dancing. I really like whatever part of English culture it is that encourages all sorts of foolish antics on the dance floor. It's very endearing, particularly for a culture that seems to take itself quite seriously some of the time.
Here are a few more shots for your enjoyment...we've already got plans for at least two more balls while we're here - one of Neil's military balls and the New Years Eve celebration at the Pump Rooms...I think we're hooked!