Joy passed her test. We danced well. But it was strange/funny: Joy kept telling me beforehand that we didn’t have to dance all that much, that the test giver would tell us to stop after about a minute, then we could change roles and dance it again. Well, he never told us to stop. Any time. So we danced two or more minutes on each. When we were finished, Joy asked why he didn’t stop us. “We had time,” he said. “And you looked good.” I did screw up a few times, especially as we went on and on, so I didn’t care for that response at the time. It’s actually a compliment as the test giver is a past world champion.
Afterward we went to the nearby Chinatown area for a celebratory dinner of chicken feet, turnip cake and beef tripe. We also had crab, shrimp, tofu, squid and pea shoots, altogether too much wonderful food.
