Soreness and Spanish.

I could use a footrub right now. Two and a half hours of dancing, followed by, cumulatively, about an hour of walking to get to tonight's party.

The party was for our Spanish discussion group that meets every other week at the bookstore. I was the youngest one there by 11 years easily. But I had lots of fun; there was so much food there, and all of it was vegetarian because our hostess had some Indian in-laws visiting as well. Those who tried my potatoes loved them, and I came home with lots of leftovers because the hostess simply didn't have enough room to keep it all. It's like I'd visited nine parents or something.

I'd better get a lot of sleep tonight...