Texas Two Step

Texas Two Step
I have to admit, I don't think I could have ever imagined Methos as a cowboy! But boy he sure can get rowdy at a hoe down now that I'm through with him!!

First, I had to properly attire him, and he was much obliged to traipse on down to Baskins with me! Hat, those tight fittin' Wranglers (you know what they say about those Wrangler butts! ), and of course, you can't two step unless your wearin' boots. Once he was attired, we journeyed on over to the Dixie Chicken. Nice little bar and eatin' place they got there but most importantly, the juke box.

The most important thing Methos had to learn was to not look at his feet while dancing. It's bad enough that he insisted on counting out loud! But looking down, you're not paying attention to direction, and with tables and other dancers, bad idea. Finally, I convinced him to focus on my eyes, and that nearly did me in. Imagine, staring at those lovely green and gold flecks, ahhhh, I think I tripped up a couple of times!

At last, he got the hang of it. Sweeping the feet to the left, right, twice to the left with a little turn, and suddenly he was whirling me around. I tell you, I think he might have been holdin' out on me, but the experience was unforgetable!

For two steppin' instructions, contact me, KSHighlander. I promise not to step on yore toes!