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The goodbyes are starting (sob). I had my last dance class tonight. Even I, who tends to be pretty tough on myself, must admit that there has been DRAMATIC improvement over the last 4 months. Props to Casey, my coach, for there probably aren't that many dance teachers who'll take on a 40-year old hip-hop student.

I have plans to continue dancing in DC, and have talked with Dancin' Mike about coaching me. He seems to be up for it, but we'll see how he feels after the first session. And hopefully, he'll be back on his feet soon. What happened? Well...

Driving to work this morning my phone gives me its "text" beep. I check and it's from Dancin' Mike, who says "I just woke up and I feel fine." I figurd this meant he was feeling better about some personal stuff that he's talked about recently, so when I got to work I texted back to him "Yay that makes me happy 2 hear that." About a minute later my phone rings and it's him, saying "I'm guessing you didn't get my text last night...I just woke up from having my appendix out." Ah hah. Ummm. Ouch. He had a run to the emergency room last night followed by open-Mike surgery, but he's fine now. At least, the drugs he had this morning were keeping him fine. You hate to think they could actually cut into someone that cute. Anyway, I called the hospital gift shop and sent some flowers to his room, and he was still pretty groggy so his mom read the card to him, and fortunately I didn't say anything too cheesy. Or dirty. 'Cuz I do that, y'know.

I also talked with River today, ending a month-long game of Phone Tag. I got the feeling he wanted to chat about some stuff but since his agency has moved to a new building he's gone from having a private office to living in a cube farm. Not conducive to good gay gossip.

Grading is going slowly, but I should have all my research papers completed by tomorrow, and my last exams are Thursday, so everything will be done before Saturday's departure. Anybody know what the weather's like in Moscow this time of year?

Oh, and I was driving back from dance tonight "Ridin' Dirty" popped up on the radio and I cranked it until I was at a stop sign and a police car pulled up next to me and the officer gave me "that" look. I turned it down 'cuz I don't want The Man hasslin' me. We all know ain't nothin' more thuggy than hip-hop blaring from a pimped out techno-blue VW Beetle. And by "pimped out," I mean there are flowers in the bud vase on the dashboard. Word.