ruthless compassion (aroraborealis) wrote,
ruthless compassion

If I'm dancing, I must be smiling

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!

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