A Country Dance

by Alice

This, by the way, is called a country dance, after the French, contredanse. Not because it is exhibited at an uncouth rural assembly with glutinous pies, execrable Madeira, and truly anarchic dancing.

-Jane Austen from Becoming Jane

I’m going to a country dance class tonight! It was supposed to be a surprise, but Jon just couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. Besides, he had to tell me to bring an extra pair of “very clean” shoes, which sounds suspicious.

So he told me that he had arranged for us to take a class in Greenwich Village that embodies that famous Jane Austen tradition. A dance. With lots of bowing and walking, as Jon likes to describe it.

I’m pretty sure that he’s trying to think of some witty banter to use during the dance. Hahaha. It’s going to be great.