The highlight was the fancy, gold blouses that the Cha-Cha boys got to wear. I almost cried of delight when I saw them in their shimmery, ruffly blouses. I was hoping to buy one myself, but just couldn't get my hands on them as they sold out instantly.

This is Preston. He was one of the boys that I taught the dance to! One night after practice we went to In-N-Out and he got ketchup all over his blouse. He started screaming "MY BLOOOOUUUUUUSSSE! MY BLOUSE!" He took his Dance Festival-ing very serious. We had to calm him down and take his blouse to dry cleaning and he ended up being okay.
You can tell why I am glad that I can just relax now.... Phew!


















