Estilolibre takes a microphone courtesy of Inner Self.
Estilolibre: Tonight Matthew I'm going to be Inner Self!
He disappears out through a door and emerges from another entrance shrouded in dry ice. He is wearing a Latin shirt and shiny trousers.
Okay here goes ...
The forumites gathered at chateau Inners. In order to prepare themselves for a vigorous night of dancing delight we decided to watch a DVD featuring Bill and Karen's greatest hits.
This was swiftly followed by a pleasant dinner chez Inners between Inner Self, little_miss, CP30 and Estilolibre.
Having readied themselves in fine robes worthy of any dance royalty, the forumites opted to drive to the venue. It's not often that the ladies had the pleasure of taking a ride in a car belonging to a Billionaire. Yet drive they did and eventually they arrived at the venue - a place often associated with worship - which became a pilgrimage to Latin dance royalty.
It was then that I caught my first glimpse of our illustrious dancer. She was ablaze with activity, ranging from setting tables and even opening up a savoury tub of dip. Hardly the most regal of activities. Yet it was this down to earth quality that made me an admirer of Bill and Karen's partnership. A sense of co-operation fostered through a desire to co-operate to a team effort and not being afraid to roll up her sleeves and get on with things.
Eventually, we were invited in, after being notified that we were to wait patiently outside as preparations we to be concluded. Coming through the doors, we saw a room luminated with candles and lights not entirely dissimilar to a Christmas celebration. My eyes immediately were drawn to the lady herself, who told me to make my way in. The forumites sat in their table and waited patiently for the festivities to begin.
Admittedly, I was impatient because I wanted to dance. The others had to virtually restrain me from leaping out of my seat and getting down on the dancefloor. Eventually, I convinced Inners to dance a Cha Cha - of the most brief of durations. I couldn't wait, so I strolled over to chat to Karen instead and she seemed to be having technical difficulties with a microphone ...
To be continued in a further post, as the keyboard seems to be going up in smoke while I type ...
Estilolibre: Tonight Matthew I'm going to be Inner Self!
He disappears out through a door and emerges from another entrance shrouded in dry ice. He is wearing a Latin shirt and shiny trousers.
Okay here goes ...
The forumites gathered at chateau Inners. In order to prepare themselves for a vigorous night of dancing delight we decided to watch a DVD featuring Bill and Karen's greatest hits.
This was swiftly followed by a pleasant dinner chez Inners between Inner Self, little_miss, CP30 and Estilolibre. Having readied themselves in fine robes worthy of any dance royalty, the forumites opted to drive to the venue. It's not often that the ladies had the pleasure of taking a ride in a car belonging to a Billionaire. Yet drive they did and eventually they arrived at the venue - a place often associated with worship - which became a pilgrimage to Latin dance royalty.
It was then that I caught my first glimpse of our illustrious dancer. She was ablaze with activity, ranging from setting tables and even opening up a savoury tub of dip. Hardly the most regal of activities. Yet it was this down to earth quality that made me an admirer of Bill and Karen's partnership. A sense of co-operation fostered through a desire to co-operate to a team effort and not being afraid to roll up her sleeves and get on with things.
Eventually, we were invited in, after being notified that we were to wait patiently outside as preparations we to be concluded. Coming through the doors, we saw a room luminated with candles and lights not entirely dissimilar to a Christmas celebration. My eyes immediately were drawn to the lady herself, who told me to make my way in. The forumites sat in their table and waited patiently for the festivities to begin.
Admittedly, I was impatient because I wanted to dance. The others had to virtually restrain me from leaping out of my seat and getting down on the dancefloor. Eventually, I convinced Inners to dance a Cha Cha - of the most brief of durations. I couldn't wait, so I strolled over to chat to Karen instead and she seemed to be having technical difficulties with a microphone ...
To be continued in a further post, as the keyboard seems to be going up in smoke while I type ...
