Ahhhhh
I couldn't stop dancing tonight. It was great. Part of it (yay!) was because many of the leads wouldn't LET me stop dancing-I often had 2-3 suddenly arrive in a cluster around me at the end of a given song. Part of it was that even on the songs where I didn't have a cluster of leads, I just couldn't stop moving. It was almost like the Seattle exchange all over again, but without the enchantment the Loose Marbles cast on me. I wasn't nearly that exhausted. I also realize that I dance like a completely different person in the $5 Target slides I bought for dancing in skirts (it's not just the skirts, it's the shoes). I feel weightless. This is not necessarily a good quality in lindy or blues, but I do enjoy it.
I'm itching to dance more. I can't get enough. I really want to work on my dancing, but here in Knoxville, for a variety of reasons, that's a more difficult proposition than it might otherwise seem. I pose this issue to some of my favorite leads, and inevitably have them scoff at me. "What could you possibly need to work on?" While the compliment is certainly nice, I have plenty of things I need to work on. It's hard to grow as a dancer when I mostly get one solid night of dancing a week, when I'm not positive I'm really going to be feeling the music, when most of my leaders are definitely a ton of fun, but don't always challenge me. I get so much out of dancing with even the most beginner of leads, but I do sometimes need to feel the whoosh of a really solid swingout or 20.
At any rate, tonight was sorely needed. My body needed it, as did my brain. I'm in the throes of my pre-fall allergy slump, so my body and brain are both (at best) fuzzy, and for 3 hours or so, I didn't even notice. It was so much better than the drugs I've been taking, which have done little to make me feel human. Now I'm back on my couch, sneezing and wheezing, but still happier than I was earlier today.
I'm itching to dance more. I can't get enough. I really want to work on my dancing, but here in Knoxville, for a variety of reasons, that's a more difficult proposition than it might otherwise seem. I pose this issue to some of my favorite leads, and inevitably have them scoff at me. "What could you possibly need to work on?" While the compliment is certainly nice, I have plenty of things I need to work on. It's hard to grow as a dancer when I mostly get one solid night of dancing a week, when I'm not positive I'm really going to be feeling the music, when most of my leaders are definitely a ton of fun, but don't always challenge me. I get so much out of dancing with even the most beginner of leads, but I do sometimes need to feel the whoosh of a really solid swingout or 20.
At any rate, tonight was sorely needed. My body needed it, as did my brain. I'm in the throes of my pre-fall allergy slump, so my body and brain are both (at best) fuzzy, and for 3 hours or so, I didn't even notice. It was so much better than the drugs I've been taking, which have done little to make me feel human. Now I'm back on my couch, sneezing and wheezing, but still happier than I was earlier today.