Did anyone else wonder why that Barnes fellow played football when he described it as “90 minutes of sheer agony” in the Lucozade adverts?
I’m now beginning to understand. Although in my case it was 4 hours of sheer hell, plus 4 hours in a room that was so hot you’d maybe think you were in hell.
I’m really suffering today. But let’s talk more about yesterday… Party first…
We arrived just in time for the “fun” class, and already there were lots of people there – some I knew for the first time. (Yea!)
Like I said the theme was G8/Live 8 and 8-ness in general. so we were drawing figures of eight with our own feet in ochos, with our bodies in turns and again with our feet in rondes. Cool stuff. Was mighty impressed that the demo chose to wear a hat – how many other people would dare?
The rest of the night was reserved for dancing – and nothing but dancing. No cabaret or competitions to slow the pace – though having never experienced either, maybe I just really don’t know what I’m missing.
There were so many great dancers from all over. At least one person down from Aberdeen, and I met a lady who’d come up from Manchester for the weekend, just for this party.
I danced loads – missing some (usually slower) songs to cool off, with the help of a spanish fan, or preferably a girl with a spanish fan.
(Noticed though that these fans are designed for right-handed folks, so all the more reason to get a girl to do the fanning for me!)
Did a lot of asking, was asked a lot to dance. Out of the loads of dances, maybe only had two really duff dances. Sorry to the ladies involved. Put it down to the heat, incompatibility, or something like that. All the others were just fab.
I’ve gotten used to girls sometimes saying things like “you really know the right thing to say” upon me somehow actually, like, knowing what the right thing to say was. I still marvel at the phenomena, as I almost never know the right thing to say, and when I do it’s usually ‘cos I’ve been able to sleep on it first.
Last night a lady who’s said that twice to me made me have to repeat it back to her when she said something really, really nice to me as we started to dance.
Do you guys ever wonder about how seriously you can take the “thanks” you get at the end of a dance? Some of the girls I danced with were almost gushing in their praise. I’m not saying they were lying, but am I really so great a dancer? As for the girls giving complimentary words just on the offer of a dance – I thought that was perhaps more than I deserved.
OK, I figure it’s just the way these people are. Lots of other people didn’t need to go into high praise to thank me, so I can’t be that wondrous. It’s really nice, getting these compliments, but I never know what to say, usually just stumbling another “thank you”.
Or am I being overly modest? I was told of a lady I respect saying nice things about my dancing well out of my hearing, so I must be doing something right.
Should say something about the music… On the whole, very good. I tried to follow my new policy of not asking anybody if I didn’t like the particular song, but still accepting if asked. Mostly worked. Sometimes I just needed to dance, or wanted to dance with somebody in particular and couldn’t wait. Other times (e.g. All That Jazz) I just ran away and hid (sorry, that should read “I just had to step outside for some air.”
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Two things frustrated me. 1) False endings should be banned. No excuses. 2) One song I’m used to dancing to is fairly up tempo, but has a even faster, really kicking bit in it – but the version played last night didn’t.
Can’t remember the song though.
Oh, the other thing was… Who was it I was talking to about the particular music we were dancing to, and the name of the singer? I thought the singer might have been Sonique. Or a woman who’s name I couldn’t remember. Well the name I couldn’t remember was Anastacia. Don’t know if that’s who it was, but there was another song played later that may of may not have been the same or other singer. :?
The most incredible thing was that I made it through without collapsing after all the efforts of the afternoon. Lots of people seemed to know I had done the workshop and it was really nice to be asked about it.
So let’s talk more about baby aerials and such for a moment…
As I said, I like the through the legs move, but of the aerial moves, the “hip-hop” had to be my favourite. It starts into a sway position, then a hop/lift up and in onto a “shelf” made of my right thigh. It looks really cool. If you do it right you can hold it pretty much indefinitely, extending your arms out just so it looks even cooler.
I also like the way this can move into a “lap-sit”, which was also pretty cool.
I’m still amazed I could do any of these moves at all, but come to that, I was pretty amazed when I did my first catapult, back just over four months ago, and if you’d told me then I’d be doing aerial steps now, I’d think you were just a total nutter. (This would be about a month or two after you’d told me I’d be busking in the streets and I’d laughed at you.)
Of course, we now know it’s me that’s the nutter.
A lot of the workshop was quite painful on my thighs and arms. (I’m not a big, strong guy and I’m just glad I had a small-ish, slim girl to work with.) After taking ibuprofen at the lunch break, I managed to recover sufficiently to complete the workshop. Some more drugs, plus an injection of Red Bull set me up for the party later and I reckon by the end of it I was running on adrenaline.
OK, so I know I’d hurt today. Our teacher told us a rather frightening story of the time he attended two of this style of workshop two days running (something I just could never do) but could not walk the next day.
Today I don’t have the adrenaline to keep me going and the drugs don’t seem to be working quite so well now.
And they say that it’s always worse the day after the day after. Hmm…
If I’m not fully fit by Tuesday, I think I might miss the class that night and go to the Thursday-night class in Rutherglen. I think I’m on holiday on Friday too.
Anyway, just want to thank everyone I met and danced with at the party last night. It as pure magic. Was really great to see the girls who had travelled over from the east. Also, the girls who couldn’t persuade their men to come along should perhaps find men who like to dance.
It was lovely to see you there.
And a big “Yea!” to Franck and co. for making it all possible.
Now what am I going to do next weekend??? :?