Swing, Sister, Swing
So... yeah. I'm obsessed.
I did decide on my camp name, though. I was going to go with Griffin, because they're such pretty mythical beasties, and that's one of the things I actually have a substantial knowledge base in. BUT I realized this morning that I could go by Lindy instead, and that I would be amused anytime someone called me "Lindy", because of the whole obsession thing. So yay?
Saturday night was a lot of fun - though the UD contingent did not include the boy I really wanted it to, and the Emmaus crowd didn't make it up because Sloan was evidently coughing up a lung - there were still bunches of fun leads (and follows), and a live band. Can't remember their actual name - but they're billed as a Charleston band, so they were rather quick.
[this is not related to swing: but the chorus concert went well on Sunday]
Monday I came back from BMC and the delicious Thai food my prof bought for us to my swing club; got to dance a bit and finally figured out a camera setting that seems to work in Upper Tarble to catch pictures of swing without flash - a little grainy, but it captures movement well. (Because flash is distracting.) And I stole the little black booklet of all the swing music. Having finished uploading all of it to my computer: I now have enough swing music for a full, 24 hour day. Highlights: Ol' MacDonald, Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive, and Banana Split for my Baby. And Solid as a Rock, which I love, but haven't been able to find on line.
Tonight I went to LaB with a full car after watching Steph Su's fiction writing workshop thing - and the car I took actually had more leads than follows *gasp in shock!*. Greg, Frank, and Dan Dandurand (sorry, it's just one of those names that has to be written all the way out) came with Crystal and I. Evidently there was a shortage of follows at LaB, so I got to dance a lot. The Emmaus contingent made it down, though Sloan was in srs discomfort, and they left early; the UD contingent contained the person I was looking for. Got a few good dances & a nice conversation with Alex; fussed at Sloan a bit; was so glad that it was so much less awkward than last week had been.
(The magic number of the week is 5.)
I did decide on my camp name, though. I was going to go with Griffin, because they're such pretty mythical beasties, and that's one of the things I actually have a substantial knowledge base in. BUT I realized this morning that I could go by Lindy instead, and that I would be amused anytime someone called me "Lindy", because of the whole obsession thing. So yay?
Saturday night was a lot of fun - though the UD contingent did not include the boy I really wanted it to, and the Emmaus crowd didn't make it up because Sloan was evidently coughing up a lung - there were still bunches of fun leads (and follows), and a live band. Can't remember their actual name - but they're billed as a Charleston band, so they were rather quick.
[this is not related to swing: but the chorus concert went well on Sunday]
Monday I came back from BMC and the delicious Thai food my prof bought for us to my swing club; got to dance a bit and finally figured out a camera setting that seems to work in Upper Tarble to catch pictures of swing without flash - a little grainy, but it captures movement well. (Because flash is distracting.) And I stole the little black booklet of all the swing music. Having finished uploading all of it to my computer: I now have enough swing music for a full, 24 hour day. Highlights: Ol' MacDonald, Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive, and Banana Split for my Baby. And Solid as a Rock, which I love, but haven't been able to find on line.
Tonight I went to LaB with a full car after watching Steph Su's fiction writing workshop thing - and the car I took actually had more leads than follows *gasp in shock!*. Greg, Frank, and Dan Dandurand (sorry, it's just one of those names that has to be written all the way out) came with Crystal and I. Evidently there was a shortage of follows at LaB, so I got to dance a lot. The Emmaus contingent made it down, though Sloan was in srs discomfort, and they left early; the UD contingent contained the person I was looking for. Got a few good dances & a nice conversation with Alex; fussed at Sloan a bit; was so glad that it was so much less awkward than last week had been.
(The magic number of the week is 5.)