Dear Ryan. You suck.

I've been tagged, so on with the show.

Seven things you (probably) don't know about me

1. I've taught a little bit of Lindy Hop and/or East Coast swing to thousands of people. For about a year or more I was the lead to Denise Steele, teaching before the Sunday swing shows at the Crystal Ballroom in Portland. This was during the post-Gap-commercial swing revival, so it was pretty common to get around 300 to 500 people each weekend. Really it was mostly Denise, but eh, it takes two to—wait, oh nevermind. Add on a few group classes, some choreography, and some corporate gigs, too. Those were good days. I still have my big purple zoot pants.
2. I won the "Tricks" category in a slackline comp for doing, among other things, a 270° hop (still haven't made a 360°), a running 360° jump mount onto the line, and a distance mount from about 7 or 8 feet away. At least that's how far away it was in my happy memory. It may have been less in real life. Maybe more :)
3. I bought my first intimate girlfriend thigh high stockings as a Christmas gift and she opened them in front of her parents. Because I told her it was safe to do so. Yeah. I wasn't too bright.
4. In college, I considered if it were possible to bat for the other team when I heard some guy may have been interested in me. Seriously, he was hot, and smart, and musically talented. Turns out it really wasn't. And he wasn't (interested), which made it…easier? I guess?
5. I have a little bit of extra cartilage in my neck that, when properly manipulated, makes it look like I have a toothpick jabbing out of my esophagus. I've never tried to freak anybody out at a restaurant, though.
6. My mother almost named me Peni (pronounced like penny). That's right, Peni Smith. This is Peni's therapy bill. There aren't a lot of Penis in my class. Thankfully, grandma almost smacked her. So Mandy Jo it is! I'm glad I'm a boy.
7. I'm scared of teenagers and positively terrified of what kind of father I'll be when my kids get to that age.

Them's the rules

Though I have no intention of meme spamming seven more bloggers (largely because I don't actually have friends), I may as well comply to the rules to some degree.

• Link your original tagger(s), and list these rules on your blog.
• Share seven facts about yourself in the post -- some random, some weird.
• Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
• Let them know they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs and/or Twitter.

You're it?

All I got for bloggers are

• J Shirley
• Dav Glass
• Isaac Schlueter
• Nicholas Zakas

Sorry fellas. You've been tagged. Feel free to tell me to go to hell.