SNDC is Not a Dinner Club

How would everyone feel about meeting for dinner, not lunch, on this Sunday the 12th? See, I might be going to an introductory tango class (!) at 1 p.m., and if I’m not there, I think I’ll be berry-picking with and his kid, and I don’t want to miss either of those things, but I also don’t want to miss SNDC again.

Yeah, so, tango class. I need to get dance shoes, and…I don’t know! Part of me is really excited about tango, and part of me would rather stay home and triage bugs. In fact, part of me would rather stay home and read the back of a Lysol can while sitting on the toilet* than go to a tango class. But I’m trying to live by that whole “We must do that which we think we cannot do” thing, so.

So are and going to tell us all about Japan, or what?

* I can’t take credit for that phrase. It’s from Sassy magazine, circa 1992.