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In celebration of GST's 150 years, the music of a by-gone era. A slippery floor that was jam-packed with people, but a cool experience nonetheless.

Totally authentic, as only Bergen County can do.

At the Pine Box Theatre, I think it's called, in Bushwick. The place was lousy with hipsters, as expected.

I don't often find myself at a church on a Sunday night, but I headed over to St. Paul's Chapel for a screening of Girl Walk // All Day, the feel-good movie of the year. To summarise, it's the story of a people dancing through the streets of NYC for a day. You can't watch it and not dance.

Check out photos from the event here (look for me in all-black): www.flickr.com/photos/girlwalkallday/sets/72157629100655847/

A welcomed birthday gift, Melanie accompanied me on this Friday evening to see the New York City Ballet. Strangely, she had never seen a proper dance performance, so it was a bit of an education for her. I enjoyed seeing a live performance, which I hadn’t in many months, if not years. On tap was lots of Jerome Robbins choreography, including some 30s revival ballroom-cum-swing dancing, recreated from the film “I’m Old Fashioned.” Awesome.

We had excellent seats on what was altogether a pleasant evening.

To the Brooklyn waterfront for the wedding celebration of English-import friends Craig and Lisa. Married today, the two are surrounded by friends, many from across the ocean.

Cupcakes and white-guy dancing highlight the evening. And that Manhattan skyline isn’t bad.

Jason, Miriam, and Scott, reunited.

As I do, I have returned to Drexel so I may watch my younger, bendier, gracefuller successors in the Dance Ensemble perform their twice-annual concert. Many alumni attend, not only to enjoy the show itself, but to show solidarity for the present crop of dancers.

This time around, James, Diane, and other alumni organised a bit of an after party for some gracious alumni to meet, mingle, eat greasy food, and talk about when we were young and agile. Photos and inside jokes were shared.

The night was fun. Got to see a few of the girls I danced with (and occasionally bled with). Got to briefly chat with Miriam, head of the dance department and very much a mentor to me at Drexel (and one-time victim of a Fruedian slip when I called her “mum”). Jason, my fellow male dancer turned up. Later in the night I stayed at Brittany’s. Good times. And yet I only snapped the one photo.

The rugby team, that is. Made the long, cold journey to the Upper East Side for a night of music and comedy. A team fundraiser/bonding experience. Even after all this time, it’s odd to see the fellas dressed in street clothes. Like when I was a lifeguard, or on the dance ensemble. The phrase “I’m not used to seeing you with clothes on” is thrown around, and yes, it has gotten awkward at times.

In spite of the bitter chill of December, I managed to get Leah out for a bit of swing dancing. As expected, she’s a natural, and by the end of the night was moving like Ginger Rogers. Live music and Thai food made it a fun evening all around.

What’s to say about Karaoke. A good time!