Dancing Archives - Victoria Elizabeth Barnes


Nine years of wedded bliss… AND a video.

Paul and I are on vacation this week… We’re celebrating nine years of being married.

Nine years of being amazed at how lucky I got.
Nine years of wondering if he listens to a word I say.
Nine years of Paul failing to appreciate my talent for micromanagement.

Nine years of me having 1,237,894% more to say about any given topic than Paul is actually interested in hearing.

Dancing at our wedding reception... at the Hotel DuPont, Gold ballroom—gorgeous wedding venue. Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Eight years after the fact… I finally get to write a wedding blog.

When I was little, we didn’t have a TV.  But sometimes, at my grandparents on Saturday nights, I was allowed to watch PBS.  Which is where I saw The King and I and Kiss Me Kate.  Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, Rodgers and Hammerstein, Cole Porter…

And I fully expected that when I grew up, Howard Keel would come for me.

Hotel duPont, Wilmington, Delaware.  Our wedding reception in the gold ballroom. Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Disco America.

Last weekend Paul and I went to Disco America—a Hustle dance competition. When I say, “Hustle” to people, it conjures up big mustaches, gold chains and skeevy guys.  Lots of cologne, Saturday Night Fever, gold lamé, Scarface, white polyester, bubble machines and feathered hair.

It wasn’t quite as awesome as all that—but it was pretty awesome.  Even two days later, my feet hurt, and I’m still exhausted—a measure of plenty of good dancing.  And how I am now too old to be awake at two o’clock in the morning.

The quality of the video isn’t fantastic, but the dancers are.