itchin' to Lindy

checking out a few of Evrim's photos from Larry's 'dance-off' made me miss the DJ nights at the Viscount. We used to dance our legs to rubber until the DJ would chase us out by putting on the hip-hop and still then we'd figure out a why to swing to it. I miss the Lindy Hop and figure that I'm so out of the habit that I'll never regain my nimble feet. Still, I hope to visit the Slow Club here in Paris one wednesday night and see if I can find my groove once again.