The Trinity

Author's note: This post is not about the Godhead

My brother got married to my sister-in-law yesterday, how weird is that?
The wedding was perfect, the setting was perfect, the music was perfect, the food was perfect, the dancing was perfect, she was perfect, and he was okay.

So, I'm not going to blog about the wedding, because there unfortunately was nothing to chastize about it.

I will spend a few sentences talking about Andy's dancing, though.
Andy has really come out of his shell during the last four years or so. Unfortunately for him, that means that instead of everyone assuming he might be able to dance while they watch him standing off to the side, they now know that he has as much rhythm and coordination as a newborn giraffe with cerebral palsy.
Conversely, Emily has quite a bit of coordination and rhythm, so Andy's inability is magnified directly by her ability.
There is a dance he is pretty good at, I call it the "Trinity."
Trinity Academy is a Christian private college-prep high school, with most of its students being awkward white kids. You can imagine what our dances were like (this time, imagine three hundred newborn giraffes all trying to move together).
The Trinity begins wherever you want it to, and ends in a similar fashion. During the move, you...well...move. However you want to, wherever you want to, and whatever you want to. The only specifications for the dance move is that it never looks the same twice and you should never be on beat.

Andy has mastered the Trinity