Oh Jeez
So, dancing today was fricken great. Finally broke my habit of never triple-stepping, so my swing-out is ever so much more comfortable. Finally got over my slump, today I felt I did really well.
Kristen Sorci, the world-famous dancer, dyed her hair. I know this because I didn't recognize her, and I asked her to dance, and then had a tiny heart-attack as I led her out onto the floor. She was actually smiling as she was dancing, and at the end she was all, "You dipped me! No one ever dips anymore, that was awesome!" Obviously, this makes me happy. Just a wee bit.
I've started asking the really good dancers to dance, and as opposed to getting looks ranging from mildly annoyed to tolerant, and comments ranging from "That was fun," to just silently walking away, I've gotten hugs and "What was your name again?," as well as the occasional huge grin. My god, I might actually be getting good at this.
Some chick who's normally kind of a bitch to me asked me if I'd lost weight, and told me I looked really good.
God is my ego about to explode out my head. Tonight, you could say, was a good night.
Need. More. Dancing. Now. I don't wanna have to wait until Tuesday to get to dance again. Bah humbug.
In other news, I went and posted a couple of things I wrote ages ago to fiction press. Go me. Parts of both of them make me cringe, while other parts make me go, "Hey, that's actually kinda good." So *shrug*. Read away, mon ami.
Kristen Sorci, the world-famous dancer, dyed her hair. I know this because I didn't recognize her, and I asked her to dance, and then had a tiny heart-attack as I led her out onto the floor. She was actually smiling as she was dancing, and at the end she was all, "You dipped me! No one ever dips anymore, that was awesome!" Obviously, this makes me happy. Just a wee bit.
I've started asking the really good dancers to dance, and as opposed to getting looks ranging from mildly annoyed to tolerant, and comments ranging from "That was fun," to just silently walking away, I've gotten hugs and "What was your name again?," as well as the occasional huge grin. My god, I might actually be getting good at this.
Some chick who's normally kind of a bitch to me asked me if I'd lost weight, and told me I looked really good.
God is my ego about to explode out my head. Tonight, you could say, was a good night.
Need. More. Dancing. Now. I don't wanna have to wait until Tuesday to get to dance again. Bah humbug.
In other news, I went and posted a couple of things I wrote ages ago to fiction press. Go me. Parts of both of them make me cringe, while other parts make me go, "Hey, that's actually kinda good." So *shrug*. Read away, mon ami.