Salsa Anyone?

The best and funniest thing that's happened since Jordan moved to Boston is a) I'm one of his only friends so he is obligated to hang out with me and my friends and b) I like doing things like going to dance at a Salsa club/lesson combo place.

It's called the Havana Club and you pay $12 (almost an hour of work in my mental mathematics--which is a LOT) and you get a salsa lesson with a bunch of other people that are either awesome or really really bad and all in all...it's hilarious. My friend Brooklynne, who is notorious for doing things like this, thought of the idea and SOMEHOW Jordan said yes without thinking and minutes later, we were on a train to cambridge where this place exists.

In my next life, I'm determined to be a famous dancer and if it's ballroom, all the better. Obviously, we all know I wanna be on broadway in STOMP or Britney Spears' back-up dancer but I also love ballroom and if you care, I have trophies in it from when I had (still do) buck teeth and took Mrs. Simpson classes every friday night and wore velvet, puffy-sleeved dresses. Here is documentation that Jordan is going to be really excited I posted hahahah.
My feet hurt, therefore I took my shoes off in a dirty dirty dirty dusty floor of a club. Typical.

Brooklynne and Sam, two of the funniest people you'll ever meet. They're married and are from the midwest. They have accents and don't know it.

Funny...it's really funny.

THERE's the bucktooth shot you were all waiting for.

Jordan trying to be cool.

"Help me Morgan, you're really good at the man part." Thanks...I guess.