Dance the night away
Jun. 10th, 2006 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeI hadn't been to my dance club since last Friday, and I've been leaving early-ish due to a major case of the tired.
Tonight I stayed a little later, until midnight, and suddenly I remembered why I love going so much. It was just one of those nights when dancing was fun. Not just pleasurable, not just neat and enjoyable, but fun.
It started out slowly: I was volunteering for the first half of the evening (during the lesson), but managed to learn the new dance anyway. Then I had many fun conversations, first with Robert V., who's one of the other volunteers, about adventures in babysitting forty years ago, and then with my buddy Richard and his boyfriend Jacques. We talked about cooking for the better part of half an hour, laughing and joking the whole way. There's nothing I enjoy quite like talking about food with people who know how to appreciate it, especially if they love to cook as well.
And then there was the dancing. It's summer, so there are fewer newbies and only the diehard line dancers who've been members of the club for years. Everyone either knew the dances, or else we realized we'd forgotten half the steps and improvised our way through. There was shouting and laughing and good-natured teasing of people on the dance floor, as some of the more excitable members (like Skippy) decided to make a game of trying to distract the dancers by clapping at random intervals and making faces. For a while we were laughing too hard to dance at all, let alone get the steps right.
A man named Kurt came in around 9pm or so, a little hesitant about whether or not he wanted to stay. Turns out he was from California, and we managed to convince him to stick around. Everyone was very glad he did. He was friendly, affable and open, and danced remarkably well. I danced three times with him: two different two-steps and a walz, which I'd never danced before. He two-steps like nothing I'd ever experienced before, with completely different moves and techniques than the ones I'd learned. I counted very loudly in my head and let him push me all over the dance floor, and had a blast doing it. It was refreshing to dance not only with someone who knew what they were doing, but someone who knew what they were doing so well that they were able to communicate it to another person who was unfamiliar with the process.
Skippy and I are still struggling with "Ring Ring," but we're getting better every time. Now we just have to figure out why we're not ending up in a "skater position" in the second-to-last section of the dance.
Tonight was a good night. In fact, I'd have to say that this week was an unqualified success on all fronts.
Good night, folks. :)
Tonight I stayed a little later, until midnight, and suddenly I remembered why I love going so much. It was just one of those nights when dancing was fun. Not just pleasurable, not just neat and enjoyable, but fun.
It started out slowly: I was volunteering for the first half of the evening (during the lesson), but managed to learn the new dance anyway. Then I had many fun conversations, first with Robert V., who's one of the other volunteers, about adventures in babysitting forty years ago, and then with my buddy Richard and his boyfriend Jacques. We talked about cooking for the better part of half an hour, laughing and joking the whole way. There's nothing I enjoy quite like talking about food with people who know how to appreciate it, especially if they love to cook as well.
And then there was the dancing. It's summer, so there are fewer newbies and only the diehard line dancers who've been members of the club for years. Everyone either knew the dances, or else we realized we'd forgotten half the steps and improvised our way through. There was shouting and laughing and good-natured teasing of people on the dance floor, as some of the more excitable members (like Skippy) decided to make a game of trying to distract the dancers by clapping at random intervals and making faces. For a while we were laughing too hard to dance at all, let alone get the steps right.
A man named Kurt came in around 9pm or so, a little hesitant about whether or not he wanted to stay. Turns out he was from California, and we managed to convince him to stick around. Everyone was very glad he did. He was friendly, affable and open, and danced remarkably well. I danced three times with him: two different two-steps and a walz, which I'd never danced before. He two-steps like nothing I'd ever experienced before, with completely different moves and techniques than the ones I'd learned. I counted very loudly in my head and let him push me all over the dance floor, and had a blast doing it. It was refreshing to dance not only with someone who knew what they were doing, but someone who knew what they were doing so well that they were able to communicate it to another person who was unfamiliar with the process.
Skippy and I are still struggling with "Ring Ring," but we're getting better every time. Now we just have to figure out why we're not ending up in a "skater position" in the second-to-last section of the dance.
Tonight was a good night. In fact, I'd have to say that this week was an unqualified success on all fronts.
Good night, folks. :)
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