A good work morning starts with:
1) Two espresso shots
2) A quiet empty office (7.30am)
3) 15 minutes of solo boogieing to a random internet swing radio station
Am sated. Temporarily.
CBD was way quiet last night. It was the first time I’d been around since they started charging for social dancing. If that’s the only thing putting people off, then I’m inclined towards quiet suspicion, but still managed to get a few fun dances in anyway.
It’s only been a month since I started social dancing, and last night was the first time I felt confident enough to approach random leads. I remember the first time I asked a lead all those 1.5 years ago, I forgot to mention that I was a beginner and got waaay more than I bargained for.
He was very good, but in my terror, I channelled the Lindy Turtle. My arms folded up for easy storage and he had to force me around. I felt like a wet towel tumbling in spin cycle on the ‘heavy duty’ setting.
And, of course, I committed one of the the cardinal follow faux pas. It’s a bit of a blur, but I turned very red, stuttered and blubbered in embarassment, apologised so much my nose nearly touched the ground, then skittered away to a corner and hid for the rest of the night. Awwwwwkward.
Nowadays I have the good grace to laugh away mistakes on the floor, smile and say at the end, “That was fun, I’ve learnt a lot. Thank you!”
Then go harass some other leads with my spaghetti arms.
I kid. My frame, matching and core and all that has improved vastly since then, no doubt due to the intensive Blues workshops run by our Texan terrors Laura and Mike. What awesome dancers, awesome instructors.
But that’s a story for another day. Back into corporate drag!
**UPDATE** Just realised that one of the leads I approched was Frank ‘frankyboy’ Dellario of Yehoodi.com, among other hats and projects. Sweet as!
