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Feb. 23rd, 2015 11:45 pmI have danced three days in a row, and I didn't realize just how very badly I needed that.
Among other things, I was feeling quite ill for the two hours prior to Scottish tonight. I very nearly didn't go (and made jere7my and I a little late by not even getting out of the house until like 7:15) but the Spider Monarch kicked in and pointed out that it was probably a combination of not having eaten enough today and having stared at the screen for several hours.
"some fresh air and exercise" they suggested "would be good for you. You can read Cracked later, and we don't need to refresh Tumblr for a tenth time this hour."
So I grumbled my way out the door and down to Davis and by the time I got on the train I was feeling completely fine (or at least, completely cold which had the nice effect of making me forget my other physical unhappiness). And then I got to the CanAm, where it was double social hour. I missed the first dance, but then, out of the eleven remaining dances...I danced nine of them! That's a better record at Scottish than I've had in *months*.
I think a lot of the energy came from last night at Demo team, where we danced a *truly* fantastic jig called "MacLoud's Wedding". 5 couples, 48 bars, and it has *eight* four bar half-reels in it, to beautifully scramble, and then un-, the set. Oh gosh, the whole thing just flows like a dream, even though the fourth couple ends up, at one point, at completely opposite corners of the set.
It was a dance that was smart, and elegant, and bouncy, and joyous. I mean, I almost always enjoy myself while dancing Scottish, I wouldn't do it otherwise. But sometimes I find a dance that makes me smile the entire time, that makes me abandon such mortal thoughts as weariness and fly.
So I was feeling a little bit revitalized towards the whole idea of Scottish Dancing, and then we kept winding up with almost enough dancers on the floor and oh we just need one more couple.... So I danced a lot, and it was wonderful and social and enthusiastic.
Gosh, and Stephen and I wound up dancing together twice. We're ruined for actually dancing together, I suspect, given how much we kept raising our eyebrows at each other or whispering advice from our candidate class tutors and very nearly breaking into giggles. Oh! And we almost managed to convert the setting figure from Montgomeries Rant into a lovely highland mess --my fault we didn't, I forgot which way to turn and we stuttered. But seriously, balance-balance pas de basque, repeat, PdB PdB, four highcuts. NONSENSE!
Today, I am happy. Help me continue that happiness by writing me porn! (deadline is "very soon")
~Sor
MOOP!
Among other things, I was feeling quite ill for the two hours prior to Scottish tonight. I very nearly didn't go (and made jere7my and I a little late by not even getting out of the house until like 7:15) but the Spider Monarch kicked in and pointed out that it was probably a combination of not having eaten enough today and having stared at the screen for several hours.
"some fresh air and exercise" they suggested "would be good for you. You can read Cracked later, and we don't need to refresh Tumblr for a tenth time this hour."
So I grumbled my way out the door and down to Davis and by the time I got on the train I was feeling completely fine (or at least, completely cold which had the nice effect of making me forget my other physical unhappiness). And then I got to the CanAm, where it was double social hour. I missed the first dance, but then, out of the eleven remaining dances...I danced nine of them! That's a better record at Scottish than I've had in *months*.
I think a lot of the energy came from last night at Demo team, where we danced a *truly* fantastic jig called "MacLoud's Wedding". 5 couples, 48 bars, and it has *eight* four bar half-reels in it, to beautifully scramble, and then un-, the set. Oh gosh, the whole thing just flows like a dream, even though the fourth couple ends up, at one point, at completely opposite corners of the set.
It was a dance that was smart, and elegant, and bouncy, and joyous. I mean, I almost always enjoy myself while dancing Scottish, I wouldn't do it otherwise. But sometimes I find a dance that makes me smile the entire time, that makes me abandon such mortal thoughts as weariness and fly.
So I was feeling a little bit revitalized towards the whole idea of Scottish Dancing, and then we kept winding up with almost enough dancers on the floor and oh we just need one more couple.... So I danced a lot, and it was wonderful and social and enthusiastic.
Gosh, and Stephen and I wound up dancing together twice. We're ruined for actually dancing together, I suspect, given how much we kept raising our eyebrows at each other or whispering advice from our candidate class tutors and very nearly breaking into giggles. Oh! And we almost managed to convert the setting figure from Montgomeries Rant into a lovely highland mess --my fault we didn't, I forgot which way to turn and we stuttered. But seriously, balance-balance pas de basque, repeat, PdB PdB, four highcuts. NONSENSE!
Today, I am happy. Help me continue that happiness by writing me porn! (deadline is "very soon")
~Sor
MOOP!