Feb 23, 2010 00:49
I'm quite proud of the dinner I made for myself at Sharples tonight. Mind you, we're talking about a girl who still gets confused about what you can and cannot put in a microwave, so let's not get expectations too high. But anyway, after performing the Dance of the Circling of the Bars, and becoming more depressed with every variation on 'ugh', I decided it was a panini grill day. SO. I first made myself a yummy sandwich with provolone, lettuce, slightly grilled onions, walnuts, and apple slices and threw it in the panini grill. The sandwich was delish, but a bit dry. What would be a good ingredient to add to the mix?
Next, the stars were aligned and it was patio bar AND ice cream bar. Patio Bar includes strawberries, so I grabbed a few of the redder, plumpier ones. Then, I scooped up some mini chocolate chips from ice cream bar and melted them in the microwave. Finally, I dipped the strawberries in the chocolate, and let them cool a bit. I finished it off with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Then I walked in with my tray, very smug, into the Daily Gazette meeting. Oh my lovelies, so good.
The timing was not the best though, as I have African Dance after DG. My stomach managed to survive. Guys, I LOVE African Dance. We are learning a dance form called 'Sinte.' It's an hour and a half of some of the most sweat inducing, panting-for-airing dancing I've ever done and it is just SO MUCH FUN. I took Ballet as a PE credit my sophomore year, and I know this makes me kind of a jerk, but I was like "SNORE the Western tradition is soooo boring." I mean, I know it can be really beautiful-- but I feel like there's just no PULSING LIFE AND PASSION in it. I'm probably just too culturally illiterate.
But anyway, with African, it's so easy to just throw yourself into the dance and the music and it feels...really organic. There's a large part of it that is all about the community and cheering the other dancers on. When we're taking turns dancing in groups, the dancers who are watching are just as involved-- they're cheering, clapping, shouting. You're always dancing for each other. I wish I could express this more eloquently, but I'll leave it at that. If you ever have the opportunity to take an African dance class, doooo ittt!
(Oh plus, the drummer for our class is a hottie 20something Swat grad with an absolutely ADORABLE six year old child who occasionally accompanies him on the drums. Mmmmhm)