Spring Ball & Brunch weekend
I actually typed up a detailed entry on the Spring Ball & Brunch. But, it's at home on my laptop, and so far, I haven't had a chance to post it while I've been home in the evenings. Also contributing to my disinclination to make that lengthy and general post is my desire instead to highlight a select few occurrences from the weekend, special treats or just...well, odd happenings.
On Sunday, I had another bizarre dancing injury. At the beginning of the brunch dance, the top of my foot started hurting, a sharp focused pain. I have no idea how that happened (no, nobody stepped on me), and I also had no idea that the top of your foot was used so much in dancing and walking! Because yeah...it was painful to do both, although I still danced the whole program. My friend Katy playfully suggested that maybe I had the gout! What a literary injury to have. She said gout does actually have sharp pains, so maybe that was the explanation! On the other hand, perhaps not, because the pain was subsiding and merely periodically present on Monday.
Concerning the actual dancing at the ball, I enjoyed many dances with almost all of my favorite partners and some of my favorite visitors, which will be detailed if I ever get around to posting the more lengthy entry. At this point, sufficed to say, special thanks to Edith for letting me dance the man's part for Burn's Hornpipe (the jaunty-angle dance!) and to jMr for faking the man's part for the post-brunch-dance hambo (the coolest dance ever!).
Oh, and one more comment. Mini-rant, actually. Stupid RSCDS and their refusal to use 'non-official' language. There were at least two dances on the Spring Ball & Brunch program that had [almost] California twirls, Miss Allie Anderson and Rory O'More (the latter is basically a contra dance). But could the MC just say, 'Do a California twirl'? Of course not. So instead, he or she expended a lot of breath and time and effort to say something like, 'blah blah blah turn the woman under your joined arms blah blah blah man dancing above/below his partner blah blah', confusing many people who would've known perfectly well what to do if they could have just been TOLD, do a California twirl. So ridiculous.
Sunday evening, after mass, there was a pasta dinner! In fact a pasta dinner (simple spaghetti aglio e olio) cooked by a visiting Italian Jesuit! He's a sociologist living in Palermo and, if I understood him correctly, training people to stand against the Mafia; he was visiting Philadelphia en route to sabbatical at Berkeley. Wow. Sometimes my life really is interesting and serendipitous.
In other news, I have discovered the addiction of rating movies, and checking out my friends' opinions, on Netflix...
On Sunday, I had another bizarre dancing injury. At the beginning of the brunch dance, the top of my foot started hurting, a sharp focused pain. I have no idea how that happened (no, nobody stepped on me), and I also had no idea that the top of your foot was used so much in dancing and walking! Because yeah...it was painful to do both, although I still danced the whole program. My friend Katy playfully suggested that maybe I had the gout! What a literary injury to have. She said gout does actually have sharp pains, so maybe that was the explanation! On the other hand, perhaps not, because the pain was subsiding and merely periodically present on Monday.
Concerning the actual dancing at the ball, I enjoyed many dances with almost all of my favorite partners and some of my favorite visitors, which will be detailed if I ever get around to posting the more lengthy entry. At this point, sufficed to say, special thanks to Edith for letting me dance the man's part for Burn's Hornpipe (the jaunty-angle dance!) and to jMr for faking the man's part for the post-brunch-dance hambo (the coolest dance ever!).
Oh, and one more comment. Mini-rant, actually. Stupid RSCDS and their refusal to use 'non-official' language. There were at least two dances on the Spring Ball & Brunch program that had [almost] California twirls, Miss Allie Anderson and Rory O'More (the latter is basically a contra dance). But could the MC just say, 'Do a California twirl'? Of course not. So instead, he or she expended a lot of breath and time and effort to say something like, 'blah blah blah turn the woman under your joined arms blah blah blah man dancing above/below his partner blah blah', confusing many people who would've known perfectly well what to do if they could have just been TOLD, do a California twirl. So ridiculous.
Sunday evening, after mass, there was a pasta dinner! In fact a pasta dinner (simple spaghetti aglio e olio) cooked by a visiting Italian Jesuit! He's a sociologist living in Palermo and, if I understood him correctly, training people to stand against the Mafia; he was visiting Philadelphia en route to sabbatical at Berkeley. Wow. Sometimes my life really is interesting and serendipitous.
In other news, I have discovered the addiction of rating movies, and checking out my friends' opinions, on Netflix...