Look at him go! 💙

Polka time.
That is all.
Shoulders covered. For now.

A pak, představka!
(and then, a break!)

Come on....

*note my friends are also eagerly awaiting an uptick in energy.
We came to cut rugs.

Oh, it was immediately followed up by the most legato violin instrumental version of Despacito.

But I can at least dance to Despacito.

Then Czech "These Boots Were Made for Walking".

But my boots specifically came for dancing.

I'm not sure, though I never heard of her growing up in Catholicism, Saint Dymphna is the patron saint of madness? So it's on brand, but so far only Czechs seem to be really into her. These were the matches for my friend's stove. I might ask to steal them and make a micro puppet show....

It's heartbreaking.