Living by Numbers
The 12th anniversary of blues at The Bone, the 5th year that I've been dancing, and how many more days until Spring Break? I can't keep up with all the numbers that make up my life.
I went dancing last night at the Bone and left insanely early because I realized I simply was not having fun. It was crowded, a bit smoky, and I wasn't dancing much because I was in a bad mood--I felt like the shy, not-super-popular girl in high school. This makes sense knowing that people *from* high school were there. I may be a good dancer, but it's hard to have fun when you don't feel like one. But Nathan [from work] and the boy both went dancing tonight at Sons, and I was quite excited to have 2 newbies with me. They were concerned about footwork and the move shown during the advanced lesson, whereas I preach smiling and relaxing. It's difficult to have fun when you're stressing over rhythm and movement. And dancing should always be fun, otherwise, what's the point of continuing?
Regionals is this weekend, and I can't wait to be out of Texas. I'm reminded of my first Theta Tau trip--four of us went to Pig Pickin' in Mississippi, and I still remember Spaz crying out "ROADTRIP!" in his super-excited, crazy way. Part of me wishes to invoke such spirit, but I just don't know that it's in me.
The downside of leaving town is that I have a midterm and a rather large research/writing assignment due Tuesday. I may just be screwed on those. Plus, I have to work on advertising a resume workshop we're hosting next week, and hopefully come up with some flyer ideas for another group. Also good would be laying a wee-bit of a smackdown... or a couple of 'em.
I went dancing last night at the Bone and left insanely early because I realized I simply was not having fun. It was crowded, a bit smoky, and I wasn't dancing much because I was in a bad mood--I felt like the shy, not-super-popular girl in high school. This makes sense knowing that people *from* high school were there. I may be a good dancer, but it's hard to have fun when you don't feel like one. But Nathan [from work] and the boy both went dancing tonight at Sons, and I was quite excited to have 2 newbies with me. They were concerned about footwork and the move shown during the advanced lesson, whereas I preach smiling and relaxing. It's difficult to have fun when you're stressing over rhythm and movement. And dancing should always be fun, otherwise, what's the point of continuing?
Regionals is this weekend, and I can't wait to be out of Texas. I'm reminded of my first Theta Tau trip--four of us went to Pig Pickin' in Mississippi, and I still remember Spaz crying out "ROADTRIP!" in his super-excited, crazy way. Part of me wishes to invoke such spirit, but I just don't know that it's in me.
The downside of leaving town is that I have a midterm and a rather large research/writing assignment due Tuesday. I may just be screwed on those. Plus, I have to work on advertising a resume workshop we're hosting next week, and hopefully come up with some flyer ideas for another group. Also good would be laying a wee-bit of a smackdown... or a couple of 'em.