Class was good. Thomas really is an exceptional intstructor.
I took Jim back to the hotel, and left the keys to the car with him for the evening. Brad picked me up at 5:30, and we met Thomas at California Pizza Kitchen for dinner. I had the Thai Chicken pizza; I love that pizza.
We had a good chat, mostly about IBM/Tivoli/Access360 drama. Our waitress’s name was Ginger Orange, well, at least that’s what I thought it was. Brad and Thomas told me that Orange was where she was from, not her last name. Funny. I thought with a name like Ginger Orange she should work at a Chinese place.
Brad and I said good-bye to Thomas, and we headed to West Hollywood to Oil Can Harry’s. We met up with his friend Brad, and several of Brad’s dancing friends, the most notable bing Chuck, who is their masseur. A real looker.
I danced two dances I knew, “Ooh. Ah.” and “Dance!” which they called something else of course.