Dancing Queen dethroned
I asked Mom if I could go see Imagine Me & You and stuff in a couple of weeks, and Dad bursts in with a rant on how much I suck and need to change, eventually culminating in "if you can't find an earlier dance class, you're quitting".
(This one's 6-7PM, not entirely late at night, it just happens to be after dark in winter and in town.)
I love dancing. I've been dancing about six years added up: Threeish years ballet, three years jazz, one year hiphop, a term and a bit Latin/ballroom. Latin/ballroom is by far my favorite style, and I easily prefer this class on the Terrace to the one in Karori (nothing against you, Johanna). The guy-girl ratio's good, I'm pretty good at it, and I get to hang out with Chris, hurrah.
And now I need to dance class hop for the second time in two months and if possible start over somewhere new where I will know no one.
Not impressed.
All I wanted was to see a bloody movie and spend time with the people I love.
(Had a longer rant planned, am now in a hurry.)
(This one's 6-7PM, not entirely late at night, it just happens to be after dark in winter and in town.)
I love dancing. I've been dancing about six years added up: Threeish years ballet, three years jazz, one year hiphop, a term and a bit Latin/ballroom. Latin/ballroom is by far my favorite style, and I easily prefer this class on the Terrace to the one in Karori (nothing against you, Johanna). The guy-girl ratio's good, I'm pretty good at it, and I get to hang out with Chris, hurrah.
And now I need to dance class hop for the second time in two months and if possible start over somewhere new where I will know no one.
Not impressed.
All I wanted was to see a bloody movie and spend time with the people I love.
(Had a longer rant planned, am now in a hurry.)