After a night at the Eagles, dancing to the big band sounds of the Southern Oregon Jazz Orchestra, Mr. A (with Izzy to hold him down) naps at 11am the next morning. Even though we only drink bottled water when we dance, you can't fool the body! It's almost impossible to keep hydrated, so we both pay the next day with tired, bunched up muscles from all that spinning and Latin motion. Yeah, we're wasted and worthless for most of the following day! But oh well, we were having fun!!! Duh!
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