We had such a blast this past weekend. We somehow ended up at a little Irish dive bar. There was a live band. And there was dancing. A lot of dancing.
Not-so-surprisingly, the majority of the dancing was done by my husband.
He rocked the dance floor which turned out to be high quality entertainment for the entire bar.
Yes, there are pictures. I begged him to let me share them with you all (after I sent a mass text to our family) but he doesn't want any of you to be envious of his impressive moves. Maybe I'll accidentally insert them into a post one day. ;)
Have a great week! And remember: if the music is good, you dance!