Say it with me: Not really! But last night Daniel and I went to the Macon Shag Club (motto: “It’s Not What It Sounds Like”) for the first time and were very warmly welcomed. Shag is a much-loved dance in the Carolinas and the South more generally; we have not yet begun to learn it so we really went just to check out the scene. One of the club members, Andy, also comes to a lot of other local dance events and was very excited to see us. He said he couldn’t stand the fact that we weren’t dancing and I had to tell him that we don’t know how to shag at all. Half-seriously I said “If you can get the DJ to play a tango, we’ll dance to it.” I thought he’d demur because the tango is about as far from the shag as you can get, but he led me up to the DJ, introduced us, and had me pick out a tango from the DJ’s song list. And that’s how we ended up doing an impromptu tango demonstration at Jock & Jill’s sports bar, being videoed by the club’s leader, and appearing on the Macon Shag Club’s page on Facebook. Do we get extra glamour points for my socks and Daniel’s Wake Forest t-shirt?