Then 13.00 rolls around and I head over to Salsa to learn some new moves courtesy of Salsa teacher Reino and his Cuban wife Raina. Sometimes Reino and Raina get carried away and show off, which is fine because Reino looks exactly like Santa Claus and it's always hilarious to watch him sway his hips. Then comes Russian, where we sit quietly and practice writing the Cyrillic alphabet and laugh at each other's futile attempts at pronunciation, and occasionally sing songs. I have the Cyrillic alphabet pretty much down now. And I rock at telling people my name in Russian.
After a half an hour break, I shimmy on over to Linedancing with Roy Sheperd. Details can be found in previous posts. After Linedancing is dinner, and then it's the all-school pub crawl, where at least half the people from the school bus on over to Tangvall. Tuesday is the party night, for some odd reason. Maybe it's because we can sleep in on Wednesday. Either way, it's always a good time because the pub never fails to play old Britney Spears.
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