Blipping dancers, or dancing blippers?

Here are the Annes at the end of a wonderful weekend of bellydancing. I met a great bunch of ladies, had lots of laughs, ate and drank way too much, wobbled loads of flab and generally had a wonderful time. There was even a presentable young male at dinner for we "mature" ladies to ogle, in the form of the model for the life drawing class down the corridor. None of us actually saw him in the buff but today we inspected the drawings and have got the gist of how things were assembled.

Still January (just) and I've met three real live blippers already this year. Hope it's the taste of things to come.