And one-two-three
Apr. 15th, 2007 11:15 amA number of years ago Gaius and I attended a Regency ball at Darkover Con. I did great at the set dances but quickly discovered that I had no clue how to waltz, much less follow a partner's lead.
Last night at the urging of my friend Merrin, I sucked up the nerve to attend Friday Night Waltz at the Oakland Veteran's Hall. (Yes, I know it was Saturday, but they do Friday's in the South Bay and I understand the Veteran's Hall is a new venue. Whatever.)
Despite a long, proud and distinguished career as an insecure wall flower, I survived the 2 hour beginner's class, several waltzes during the dance sets afterward and even did a little swing dancing. I got dizzy a lot, particularly when dancing with Merrin's nine year old son, Aidan. I did better with partners who could lead with authority and I was counting like mad throughout. Merrin scolded me for not finding a partner for the second Congress of Vienna set, but sitting out to watch helped me get a better handle on the choreography.
So, the question remains, dare I dig out my Regency for Gaskell's, next weekend?
Last night at the urging of my friend Merrin, I sucked up the nerve to attend Friday Night Waltz at the Oakland Veteran's Hall. (Yes, I know it was Saturday, but they do Friday's in the South Bay and I understand the Veteran's Hall is a new venue. Whatever.)
Despite a long, proud and distinguished career as an insecure wall flower, I survived the 2 hour beginner's class, several waltzes during the dance sets afterward and even did a little swing dancing. I got dizzy a lot, particularly when dancing with Merrin's nine year old son, Aidan. I did better with partners who could lead with authority and I was counting like mad throughout. Merrin scolded me for not finding a partner for the second Congress of Vienna set, but sitting out to watch helped me get a better handle on the choreography.
So, the question remains, dare I dig out my Regency for Gaskell's, next weekend?
One thought at a time, grasshopper
Date: 2007-04-15 08:36 pm (UTC)One poor man said, "So, what do you do for a living?" and all I could do was stare fixedly and desperately at his shirt buttons. Fortunately, he interpreted this - and my death grip - as meaning "Sorry, mate, one two three I've got FAR too much to think about one two three just now to make small talk with you one two three."
It'll get easier. I have a learning curve to deal with. It'll suck less and be even more fun when I don't have to think about where to put my feet every single second.