The best nights are often those that are not planned. Friday evening I got a asked if I wanted to go out dancing. It had been a long day, but Friday dancing is the best way to start the weekend. Went into the city to a dance studio. It was dead quiet. For a few songs me and my dance partner were the only couple on the floor. It picked up later in the evening with more people arriving. The music was great and the dance floor had plenty of space on it. I danced with a couple of ladies I know and a few I didn’t. It was a great night of dancing. Some would say the night was too quiet but I thought it was nice. Much prefer that over a packed floor.