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I swear I'm going to have these Cowtown entries done before Christmas...
Day Three of Cowtown! It started pretty well, with Collegiate Foxtrot 2 taught by the fabulous Peter and Mia. I really like foxtrot, and I really liked that class, we bent our minds a little bit with tricks that were way different than I expected, but I had a blast. Then it was lunchtime with Eric who was pretty grouchy from having to deal with a high-maintenance house guest, and the usual dance group. We had Indian catered in, in a fun coincidence, from the same place we ate at last year during Cowtown. The tikka masala was still tasty, and creepy Ryne still sat way too close. Sigh.
After lunch I made the fatal mistake of trying to do Collegiate Stomp with Lance and Rebecca in my heels. I think that finally broke them in, but my brain was getting full and my feet were getting sore, and I wanted to save myself for the main event that was Peter and Mia's Advanced Balboa. Eric and I partnered up for that, and I was glad, because it was HARD. And for some reason, it didn't seem to be hard, I understood everything they were talking about, and it looked simple enough when they did it, but Eric and I had trouble executing it ourselves, but we got it in the end. Also, Mia showed us special follow footwork, and I think it was there that my brain said Uncle.
I don't care, more Peter and Mia Balboa exposure/practice is always good for me.
I decided to truck on home after that, I watched a little bit of Mike and Amy's musicality class, but my feet hurt, and I was getting tired (more tired than I realized at that moment), plus the weather was icky cold and gross. Luckily Mom made fortifying potato soup, I took a hot shower, rested a bit, caffeinated my bloodstream, and wore my pretty new dress to the Saturday dance. Kaleigh and her fair hair pixies made me look extra pretty. Seriously, I don't know how people made their hair look like that on their own back in the day, but if I could look like that every day, sign me up.
There were several compliments on the hair, and a lot of other people looked pretty smashing themselves. Meschiya Lake and the Little Big Horns was the Saturday band, and I very much like them. I ran into Meschiya a couple times during the weekend, and she was just lovely, outside and in. Fun, too. Can't argue with a sassy fun gorgeous big band singer.
I also nearly had a wardrobe malfunction while dancing with Christian. Awkward like you would not believe, but I managed to avoid a scandal. I danced with Michael from Des Moines/Minnesota, and I think he may be the best lead I've ever had, or at least he made me feel like a great follow. I don't know how he did it. There were times when I was sure I missed a cue or did the wrong thing, and he just turned it into something else. That takes skill because I'm really not that good. A-mazing. I like him, I like Jamin, I like Andrew, I like Mike F., and I like Christian. Those are my favorite out of town leads, more or less. Oh, and I danced with Peter, also a fabulous dancer who does not make his follow feel quite so inferior.
The partner contest was quite impressive as usual, so many good dancers out there. And soon enough it was time to head over to late night in the living art studio that honestly has to be the Tardis's junk drawer. Just random crap everywhere that kind of makes you pause and squint and shout, "What?!" in a somewhat irate manner. On the way there, I followed Eric to Cubby's, and Frank was following me. Eric needed caffeine, and Frank was kind enough to buy me some as well. We then trekked over to the Tardis's nasty bits, found a place to park, and walked together, because it's kind of a not nice part of town, though with the weather that gross we were probably fine. However, I was glad to be with two tall fit men, one a former soldier, and the other packing more than just gum. Wowzers. We also waited for Merinda too.
Inside the madness reigned as living art has a penchant for doing...such a weird place. And when I sat down to eat my late-night taco, my exhaustion suddenly hit me, and I turned into Not Happy At ALL Maggie. I tried, I promise I did, but dancing did not make me happy, the usual triggers were not bringing the smile, and Eric suggested that I really needed to go home. So I did. Which was good, I felt much better once I was asleep. It was a good busy day, but I had been running on high level stress for several days even before Cowtown, so it was probably time for me to take a little break, and hopefully survive the last day of Cowtown.
We're almost there.
Day Three of Cowtown! It started pretty well, with Collegiate Foxtrot 2 taught by the fabulous Peter and Mia. I really like foxtrot, and I really liked that class, we bent our minds a little bit with tricks that were way different than I expected, but I had a blast. Then it was lunchtime with Eric who was pretty grouchy from having to deal with a high-maintenance house guest, and the usual dance group. We had Indian catered in, in a fun coincidence, from the same place we ate at last year during Cowtown. The tikka masala was still tasty, and creepy Ryne still sat way too close. Sigh.
After lunch I made the fatal mistake of trying to do Collegiate Stomp with Lance and Rebecca in my heels. I think that finally broke them in, but my brain was getting full and my feet were getting sore, and I wanted to save myself for the main event that was Peter and Mia's Advanced Balboa. Eric and I partnered up for that, and I was glad, because it was HARD. And for some reason, it didn't seem to be hard, I understood everything they were talking about, and it looked simple enough when they did it, but Eric and I had trouble executing it ourselves, but we got it in the end. Also, Mia showed us special follow footwork, and I think it was there that my brain said Uncle.
I don't care, more Peter and Mia Balboa exposure/practice is always good for me.
I decided to truck on home after that, I watched a little bit of Mike and Amy's musicality class, but my feet hurt, and I was getting tired (more tired than I realized at that moment), plus the weather was icky cold and gross. Luckily Mom made fortifying potato soup, I took a hot shower, rested a bit, caffeinated my bloodstream, and wore my pretty new dress to the Saturday dance. Kaleigh and her fair hair pixies made me look extra pretty. Seriously, I don't know how people made their hair look like that on their own back in the day, but if I could look like that every day, sign me up.
There were several compliments on the hair, and a lot of other people looked pretty smashing themselves. Meschiya Lake and the Little Big Horns was the Saturday band, and I very much like them. I ran into Meschiya a couple times during the weekend, and she was just lovely, outside and in. Fun, too. Can't argue with a sassy fun gorgeous big band singer.
I also nearly had a wardrobe malfunction while dancing with Christian. Awkward like you would not believe, but I managed to avoid a scandal. I danced with Michael from Des Moines/Minnesota, and I think he may be the best lead I've ever had, or at least he made me feel like a great follow. I don't know how he did it. There were times when I was sure I missed a cue or did the wrong thing, and he just turned it into something else. That takes skill because I'm really not that good. A-mazing. I like him, I like Jamin, I like Andrew, I like Mike F., and I like Christian. Those are my favorite out of town leads, more or less. Oh, and I danced with Peter, also a fabulous dancer who does not make his follow feel quite so inferior.
The partner contest was quite impressive as usual, so many good dancers out there. And soon enough it was time to head over to late night in the living art studio that honestly has to be the Tardis's junk drawer. Just random crap everywhere that kind of makes you pause and squint and shout, "What?!" in a somewhat irate manner. On the way there, I followed Eric to Cubby's, and Frank was following me. Eric needed caffeine, and Frank was kind enough to buy me some as well. We then trekked over to the Tardis's nasty bits, found a place to park, and walked together, because it's kind of a not nice part of town, though with the weather that gross we were probably fine. However, I was glad to be with two tall fit men, one a former soldier, and the other packing more than just gum. Wowzers. We also waited for Merinda too.
Inside the madness reigned as living art has a penchant for doing...such a weird place. And when I sat down to eat my late-night taco, my exhaustion suddenly hit me, and I turned into Not Happy At ALL Maggie. I tried, I promise I did, but dancing did not make me happy, the usual triggers were not bringing the smile, and Eric suggested that I really needed to go home. So I did. Which was good, I felt much better once I was asleep. It was a good busy day, but I had been running on high level stress for several days even before Cowtown, so it was probably time for me to take a little break, and hopefully survive the last day of Cowtown.
We're almost there.