This is my dance space
Last night I had a dream that we had a Dirty Dancing themed blogger convention.
It took place at the sleep away camp I went to when I was a kid.
We all stayed in the cabins.
I was teaching Heather how to Mambo ("Spaghetti arms!"), which makes no sense because I'm sure she's seen the movie Dirty Dancing at least 100 times and already has the dance moves down.
Mrs. Kennedy was there too. She had grown her hair to shoulder length and then shaved the underneath part.
I don't know why I'm telling everyone this- dreams are rarely interesting to anyone except the person who has them- but maybe it's because I'm secretly dreaming that there really could be a Dirty Dancing themed blogger convention.