The "Dance" date

Remember high school? (Of course you do!) I recall that it was customary at my high school to use a mild form of torture when it came to going to dances. You know what I'm talking about. The Day date, or better put the ALL day, never ending, is it midnight yet? because I have to be home by then, day date. I remember one group of girls that did in fact pick up their dates at four in the morning to be able to "spend more time together." Long slow death, folks. I think there was a certain mathematical formula back in the day whereby you could calculate on a sliding scale just how much you were going to hate your date by the end of the night. (Exception: Bitty, you are a Rockstar, and prom was the funnest dance date ever.) The formula had a lot to do with number of hours spent together and went something like this:
less than or equal to 6 hours = :)
6-9 hours =:\
9+ hours = :(
It was quite tricky, you might remember to stay in the six hour range because there was so much to do, activities, dinner, dance, and ice cream afterwards. And we all were plagued at least once by the insecurity of not knowing if we would EVER have another date again, so it seemed best to make the most out of it. By beating a dead horse.
That said, David and I had a "Dance date" last weekend. Girls choice, of course. The date consisted of Snowshoeing, and going dancing at our ward party where this very cute couple taught ballroom dancing lessons. To stay within the 6 hour happy face margin, we had to cut dinner out of the date. (Actually we were running late and were on the activities committee for our ward, and didn't get dinner made before we had to rush over for dancing. ) We learned a really fun west coast swing routine, a line dance and some waltzing patterns. They also taught the kids the Chicken Dance, which McKinley LOVED.
I only have pictures of snowshoeing. We took our camera for dancing and forgot to take any pictures. What a fun Dance date! I hope David asks me for the next one ! HaHaHa! He is Sooo hot!
David is wearing a sweatshirt for pants in this picture because his jeans got soaked from the snow flipping up onto the back of his pants when he was having a race with Scooby. I laughed so hard about this that I had to post it.


If anyone wants to borrow our snowshoes give us a call. We have three sets, and it's pretty fun to get out and hike around in the snow. Also if anyone wants to go dancing with us we are going again on the 28th at four o clock. We had so much fun, we want to do it again!