Everybody waltzes. To be more clear, the students waltz exactly once, during a sort of ceremonial display of choreographed Austrianness, then take off their white gloves and move on to a less ritualistic, but more overtly amorous type of dancing in the smokey club-type area. Teachers and other hangers-on continue to waltz to the live band, regardless of the style or time signature of the music being played. Being, in age, not quite a teacher and not quite a student, I engaged in both types of activities.
|Kicking the evening off with|
which my students would
most likely not want on my blog,
but hopefully they don't read it
and thus won't find out.