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Not a bad day at all
Jul. 6th, 2007 03:20 pmThe office has been dead all day. Lots of boring make-work housekeeping projects, but I'm dyin' here.
That having been said:
(a) I have my first invite to a party at Pennsic of the sort I expect to enjoy (intimate, friendly, does not involve deliberately glaring anachronisms such as the juxtaposition of "Viking" and "luau") - and an escort to said gathering.
(b) One of the fellows on Tousando wrote a humorous poem in my honor.
(c) It's breezy and pleasant outside, which means it should not be too hot to go down to Palo Alto and do some dancing tonight..
EDIT: It's breezy and freakin' COLD in Alameda. In Palo Alto, not so much. The 7:00 class was crowded and the girl/guy ratio was off, so I actually spent part of the class attempting to lead. I had a lot of respect for the guys before I tried this. I have even more now. Except for Creepy Clingy Guy who insisted on getting pissy because it was so crowded we couldn't "waltz properly." I told him to relax and not worry about it and he - ick - patted me on the head. I told him that if he ever tried that again, I would kick him. Hard. He thought I was joking. It's his shins.
Unfortunately, I discovered that the friction coefficient of my cheap Payless flats and the gymnasium floor upstairs was downright dangerous. I waltzed with one of the newbies from class because HE had been having a good time even though he admitted he had no idea what to do. I saw him hovering in the doorway and said, "Come on, you're not going to learn anything standing here." It was a very slow waltz and about halfway through it with me chanting, "Step around me, step toward me," he stopped looking at his feet. So I made him stay out there and we did cha-cha-cha for dummies. Nice guy, hopes he had enough fun to keep dancing. I did not - between the slippery shoe problems that were making my knee twinge warnings at me and the awful selections the DJ was playing, I bugged out before the second set was over.
That having been said:
(a) I have my first invite to a party at Pennsic of the sort I expect to enjoy (intimate, friendly, does not involve deliberately glaring anachronisms such as the juxtaposition of "Viking" and "luau") - and an escort to said gathering.
(b) One of the fellows on Tousando wrote a humorous poem in my honor.
(c) It's breezy and pleasant outside, which means it should not be too hot to go down to Palo Alto and do some dancing tonight..
EDIT: It's breezy and freakin' COLD in Alameda. In Palo Alto, not so much. The 7:00 class was crowded and the girl/guy ratio was off, so I actually spent part of the class attempting to lead. I had a lot of respect for the guys before I tried this. I have even more now. Except for Creepy Clingy Guy who insisted on getting pissy because it was so crowded we couldn't "waltz properly." I told him to relax and not worry about it and he - ick - patted me on the head. I told him that if he ever tried that again, I would kick him. Hard. He thought I was joking. It's his shins.
Unfortunately, I discovered that the friction coefficient of my cheap Payless flats and the gymnasium floor upstairs was downright dangerous. I waltzed with one of the newbies from class because HE had been having a good time even though he admitted he had no idea what to do. I saw him hovering in the doorway and said, "Come on, you're not going to learn anything standing here." It was a very slow waltz and about halfway through it with me chanting, "Step around me, step toward me," he stopped looking at his feet. So I made him stay out there and we did cha-cha-cha for dummies. Nice guy, hopes he had enough fun to keep dancing. I did not - between the slippery shoe problems that were making my knee twinge warnings at me and the awful selections the DJ was playing, I bugged out before the second set was over.
