This morning was the start of a HUGE flea market or "brocante" as the french say right outside my door. Literally every street near my house is filled with pedestrians and tents of antiques and junk. It's really fun to see what we can find. Aaron found some old french milk bottles; I found a prosthetic arm with a hook attachment. I did find a €5 dress....score. Check out the scale with carpet....sounds gross and I'm sure it's not new so someone else's feet have been all over it, but what a funny idea.
Later at night was my first lindy exchange. I dressed to the 9's in an outfit that Elaine picked out from my closet. I did have a major wardrobe malfunction. While dancing, the seam under my right arm decided to part ways. So My bra, side, everything, was exposed. Luckily, I found someone with safety pins.
This is me and a guy named Remy (I remember his name because it's like the rat from Ratatouille) and we were making mustaches because the theme is "I mustache you to dance")
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