Saturday Night: Line Dancing at Montana’s, San Dimas

Son and Jennie at Montana’s near Claremont.  Self heard that son was quite a good dancer.  But she’s never seen him dance, not once.  So, this trip, she was determined to correct the situation.

Montana’s was a riot: all manner of people dancing, in rhinestone-studded outfits.  The dance floor got gradually more crowded, as the evening progressed.  Although self did not get to see son fully unleashed, it was nice to see him having a good time with Jennie!  Who is the sweetest, sweetest girl.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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