I am bucking past habits, and not attending the west coast swing dance being held this evening. Instead, I will be headed north to attend Andy’s so-called Communist Party.

I think everyone is agreed that he has chosen the Worst. Theme. Ever.

Speaking of bad themes, the first official ballroom dance next weekend (yeah, there’s a good bit of dancing right now) has the theme high school prom. Barry asked me if they’ll be providing the high school girls; I had no answer for him.