Liquid Dinner & Lessons
Still tweaking my Spot, so I headed to the shop last night to exchange one size stem for another.
(Can anybody tell me why blogger sometimes loads my pictures sideways? Stupid Fing free program! Sorry. You get no photo. It was cool too.)
I guess they were closed or were about to, because beers started working their way out of the fridge and into my hands. I had some dance lessons in forty-five minutes (nearly above the shop). It was my intention to grab a bite to eat at the double Wa beforehand, but the beers got the better of me.
Now adequately looped I headed to the lesson. Threw two breath mints in my mouth and a Waltzing I went. Luckily it was a group class, the lesson was fairly easy and I didn't have to change partners. Group lesson 1 over, it was time to take a beginner class. We decided recently to take a few beginner classes again, though switch things up a bit. Jen is now learning lead and I'm following. It's kind of interesting. Though I don't actually plan to formally dance in the follower position, it gives each of us a better perspective of what the dance and dancers are supposed to do. Specifically I'm hoping it teaches Jen to have a stronger frame (you absolutely need that to lead and should have it to follow) and for myself I get to work on style and footwork. Things I don't concentrate on as much as I should when I'm spinning Jen into oblivion.
After the beginner lesson, we had our private lesson. The instructor was all excited because she learned new ways to teach this weekend at a workshop and wanted to try them on us. They were very helpful. Now in the cha-cha instead of me thinking 1,2, cha, cha, cha and hoping my feet do the right thing, I'm thinking: first position, second position, third position, third position, first position, first position, second position, third position, third position - repeat. Yeah I know. It makes no sense here, but it helps me to write it down and memorize it. It also really helps put my feet where they're supposed to be.
And why go to all this trouble? The studio really wants us to compete. They've heard I race mt. bikes. I'm assuming they assume we're both really competitive and would enjoy it. I'm not so sure.
Tonight were off on a different pursuit. We've heard the indoor rock climbing gym we used to go to has opened a new facility down the road from us. It should be cool as long the arm pump doesn't get ridiculous.
-b
(Can anybody tell me why blogger sometimes loads my pictures sideways? Stupid Fing free program! Sorry. You get no photo. It was cool too.)
I guess they were closed or were about to, because beers started working their way out of the fridge and into my hands. I had some dance lessons in forty-five minutes (nearly above the shop). It was my intention to grab a bite to eat at the double Wa beforehand, but the beers got the better of me.
Now adequately looped I headed to the lesson. Threw two breath mints in my mouth and a Waltzing I went. Luckily it was a group class, the lesson was fairly easy and I didn't have to change partners. Group lesson 1 over, it was time to take a beginner class. We decided recently to take a few beginner classes again, though switch things up a bit. Jen is now learning lead and I'm following. It's kind of interesting. Though I don't actually plan to formally dance in the follower position, it gives each of us a better perspective of what the dance and dancers are supposed to do. Specifically I'm hoping it teaches Jen to have a stronger frame (you absolutely need that to lead and should have it to follow) and for myself I get to work on style and footwork. Things I don't concentrate on as much as I should when I'm spinning Jen into oblivion.
After the beginner lesson, we had our private lesson. The instructor was all excited because she learned new ways to teach this weekend at a workshop and wanted to try them on us. They were very helpful. Now in the cha-cha instead of me thinking 1,2, cha, cha, cha and hoping my feet do the right thing, I'm thinking: first position, second position, third position, third position, first position, first position, second position, third position, third position - repeat. Yeah I know. It makes no sense here, but it helps me to write it down and memorize it. It also really helps put my feet where they're supposed to be.
And why go to all this trouble? The studio really wants us to compete. They've heard I race mt. bikes. I'm assuming they assume we're both really competitive and would enjoy it. I'm not so sure.
Tonight were off on a different pursuit. We've heard the indoor rock climbing gym we used to go to has opened a new facility down the road from us. It should be cool as long the arm pump doesn't get ridiculous.
-b
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