the wonders of dancing with people who are so much better at it than you are.

[cimorene]

went dancing. no. not nasty!dancing. which. i don't like. contradancing! fiddle music. appalachian. medieval. spinning around and shit. oh with the fun-ness! i happen to live half an hour from the contradance capital of the country. danced with sev. partners who were v. v. experienced and much better at it than me. therefore, i got the good end of the deal. first partner one of those young show-offs who spin fifty extra times at the end of a step and try to do the wrong thing, like spinning me around under his hand when we're supposed to walk in a circle and shit? uhm, no. he almost threw me on the floor in this slippery spot, and had to apologize. but yeah, made up for it with the spiky hair and little snub nose.

uhm. am i appreciating the appearance of a blond?! no. surely not.

starting to get the hang of the spinning under the hand, in other news, no thanks to him.

waltzing was boring, but fast spinny dances are totally kick-ass. got about 15 comments on my "the ERA [equal rights amendment] is for my future" shirt, incl. two guys who didn't get it. ahahahahaha.

Comments

[silviakundera.livejournal.com]

. no. not nasty!dancing. which. i don't like.

No nasty!dancing? ::gasps in shock:: Why not??

hehehe...

[cimness.livejournal.com]

uhm. i don't know. i am a naturally reserved person, and. had v. bad experience involving stupid slimy guys. really, if you dance it is not because you want to hear slimy guys whisper "ooh, sexy" in your ear. no. it isn't. or lovingly caress your ribcage. (slimy guy: you're going to call me before you leave town, right? me: *trying not to edge away* no. slimy guy: you are. you know you are. me: i'm really not.) repeat ad nauseum.