In what seems like a past life, I used to Lindy Hop — a lot. So much that I would sweat like I were running, and my legs would ache after a night out on the dancefloor as though I’d done a 10k. It was a lot of fun, those nights at the now-gone Gatsby at Chijmes and Jitterbugs at Tras Street, back in ’98. But I guess as I got more hardcore with triathlon, I ran out of time for the hobby some time in 2001 or 2002.
Nearly a decade later, a few countries away in Hong Kong, I six- and eight-stepped my way back to the dancefloor. Hong Kong Swings had their regular Wednesday night free class and social at Grappa’s at Jardine House, and with Lindy Hopping friend from way back then, John, visiting, I thought I’d follow him there.
Boy, it was a heck of a fun night. I realised how much I missed the fun, interaction, and laughter that came with the dance.
Speaking of music…