Back from dancing: it was rather mediocre. Hardly any of "my men" were there, so I did a lot of standing around. One of the guys, I've never seen him before, finally came over and asked if I was a security guard or a dancing instructor.
I wonder if he was disappointed when I told him I was neither. Guess wearing jeans and a black t-shirt with a "Rock Star" logo on it makes me look like a security guard...not smiling too much probably doesn't help either.