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ruthless compassion
25 April 2006 @ 03:20 pm
In the past few years, I've made NEFFA a full-weekend affair, going to all the sessions and having a blast. For a variety of reasons, I didn't do that this year. So, instead of a full weekend, I had a NEFFA saturday, which was, needless to say, fantastic.

At first, I was thrown off by the big schedule change: the contra medley was at 5:30 rather than noon. My initial reaction was to be appalled, but then I figured out that it was good, especially since it meant that I could be much more relaxed about gathering my stuff together to get there. (The medley is my one and only "Must Do".) That made for a very relaxed morning, which was nice.

penk and I parked in the remote parking and arrived right about noon, ran into people, did some wandering. The first thing I did was buy a couple of sale dresses at one of the vendors: sundresses! with pockets! rock!

Then I danced! It was, of course, great. Dancing does something that I can't quite explain, but the gist of which is the subject of this post, which is what I said to penk later in the day, when he was teasing me for my permagrin.

The day was actually somewhat discombobulated, especially since, just before the medley, my boss called to tell me about the impromptu DC trip that I would need to take Tuesday (i.e., today. You will not that I'm not in DC.) That threw me off, and it took me a while to recover my dancing high. Well, okay, it took me a couple of steps into the medley, then I was able to put it out of my mind until the end of the day.

I haven't been dancing much this winter, just as a result of being busy with lots of other things, some fun, some work. So I haven't even seen the new space for the Thursday contras (though that will change this week, as I have a dancing date with cinnalynn), and I don't think I've done any dancing since the new year. This is silly of me, because, as the subject says, if I'm dancing, I must be smiling. There's something about dancing, of almost any variety, that gives me an incredible rush. It's one of those weird little things that even knowing how much I love it, it can be a big hurdle to motivate to get to a dance, especially if I'm out of the habit of going.

I may post more dance ponderings later, but not right now. I will close, though, with a request: If you're a dancer, or you want to be a dancer, or you just want to go dancing sometime, drop me a line; I'd love to have more people to go dancing with. I'm a pretty solid contra-er, and I waltz pretty well, and I know basic swing. I'm a good follower, and I'm always curious to try new styles. You don't have to know what you're doing; just having company for learning would be fun!
 
 
ruthless compassion
25 April 2006 @ 11:29 pm
So, omegabeth and I hit the NARAL Chocolate madness tonight, and here's my review:

Oh.
My.
God.
So.
YUMMY.

Now, I have to admit right up front that I'm actually not a huge chocolate person. I mean, I like chocolate fine, but I rarely crave it, and I tend to prefer less chocolatey chocolates. And it's easy for me to hit my limit on chocolate, especially if it's dark. Thus, you might think an event called "chocolate madness" is an odd choice for me. You'd be right, but I try not to constrain myself with silly things like preconceived notions of what I might like or not. I mean, even if I got chocolated out, I figured, the money's going to a good cause, and it'll surely be fun.

Boy howdy, was that fun!

They fed us dinner and champagne beforehand, which was good, because, though there was enough food to make a dinner out of the desserts, that probably wouldn't have been prudent.

Various tables were set up in a big circle around the Cyclorama and you could just wander around and taste what was interesting. My main complaint is that the various restaurants made their servings way too big. I mean, here you are, tasting decadent chocolate desserts from (hang on, let me count) 30 restaurants. We do not want a full-size cookie or piece of cake. It is ridiculous overkill to give us an entire mini pie, even if that's what you would serve as a dessert at your restaurant. And rather than feel fun and decadent, not being able to finish almost any of the things we were served just made me feel wasteful. Next year, I'm going in a group of four so we can make more reasonable use of the servings.

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So, yeah, that was yummy. And fun. Next year, you should come, too!
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