Throwback to November 5, 2015, the original publication date of There’s No Farting in Ballroom.
I had been dancing pro-am with my then-23-year-old instructor/partner for 10 months. We were working hard to prepare for my first Ohio Star Ball. There was no farting in ballroom then. There is no farting in ballroom now and there never will be farting in ballroom.
WARNING: If you are offended by bodily functions, you may want to skip today’s post. Carry on. There’s nothing for
Learning to dance requires an investment of time and money. If you’re like me, both are precious commodities, which is why the Dancing Doc and I are Elite subscribers to Dance Vision’s Instructional Video Libraries. At first we subscribed to single libraries (Basic followed by Technique), but honestly, if you’re willing to cough up the $199 for an annual subscription, it really is the best bang for your buck.
When I think about the time and money the Doc and I invest in our
Ten pounds, five hairstyles, six hair colors, a combined seventeen rhythm costumes and ballroom gowns, same studio in three locations with one name change (Jones DanceSport Ballroom), two age classifications and six proficiency levels over 31 competitions later …what a difference three years makes! Thank you again to Liberty Cogen, the host of Dance Network’s Barretender, for the opportunity
Nearly 20 years ago, we took a family ski vacation to Mount Crested Butte, Colorado. The base of the resort sits at an elevation of 9,898 feet above mean sea level with a summit of 12,162 feet. The Dancing Doc ended up with severe altitude sickness including pulmonary edema and life threatening hypoxemia (his pulse oxygen saturation dropped to 50%). We evacuated the mountain by ambulance and flew home with Pat on oxygen. He was fine once we got back home. Although Atlanta boasts the highest altitude