¡Bailamos! would like to extend its sincerest congratulations to two friends on their engagement. (Look, you both won!) Here's to many happy adventures together.



It was about little things. The French kids had their toast, I had a graph paper hat you made. In Chemistry, once, you built a bridge between our desks with a ruler and touched the hole in my jeans. (I had a hole in the left knee of my favorite pair. I ripped them freshman year, falling in my driveway one morning after staying up late to churn out a History paper. Sometimes I fear I made all this up. Then I think about the jeans and the fact that I still have the paper hat, and I know this happened.) I know this happened. I learned the word for "hole" in French so I could use it: un trou.