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msmitti and I went to our first West Coast Swing class last night. It was...okay.
This dance's basic footwork is more involved than anything else I've done before. I'm having a hard time not shifting into a rock step halfway through the footwork, and I have a difficult time remembering to step forward on the last count of the first triple step. Neither of these are things I do in basic swing, which I've been dancing for, um...fifteen years? Muscle memory is tough to overcome. I'm also not getting a feel for when to let go of the follow's hand. Intellectually, I know it happens on the four count, but I don't feel it, and I'm concentrating so hard on footwork I forget to let go. It'll come. I hope. It's just difficult right now.
There's also the little matter of the fact that the teacher is kind of a sexist dork. I'm fine with ballroom dance teachers referring to leads as guys and followers as girls (or ladies). When someone is trying to get across a lot of information in a short amount of time, I'm not going to get upset from being grouped with "guys" as someone who is learning to lead. I was more than a little peeved at his repeated statements that leading is tough, and he would be happy to let me take the follow position if I decided I couldn't handle learning lead. Jerk. I wanted to ask him if he ever offered that to any of the men who came for his classes, but I didn't get the opportunity. Also, he has a tendency to be chatty and I'm like YOU ARE EATING INTO MY PAID CLASS TIME ASSHOLE.
I want to find a way to incorporate occasional practices withmsmitti outside of the class time. Scheduling, though. Tricky.
For the record, I finished everything on my to-do list for Saturday at some point this weekend, with the exception of the wardrobe switch. Because this week's temperatures. Really? Low eighties? I won't even need to pull out long socks until Thursday. Crazy. And a little annoying. I'm ready for boots-and-jackets weather.
ms_danson posted this song over the weekend and damn it's pretty awesome. I think this chick would make an amazing double-bill with The Late Night Callers.
Click the image to go to the Etsy store
msmitti and I went to our first West Coast Swing class last night. It was...okay. This dance's basic footwork is more involved than anything else I've done before. I'm having a hard time not shifting into a rock step halfway through the footwork, and I have a difficult time remembering to step forward on the last count of the first triple step. Neither of these are things I do in basic swing, which I've been dancing for, um...fifteen years? Muscle memory is tough to overcome. I'm also not getting a feel for when to let go of the follow's hand. Intellectually, I know it happens on the four count, but I don't feel it, and I'm concentrating so hard on footwork I forget to let go. It'll come. I hope. It's just difficult right now.
There's also the little matter of the fact that the teacher is kind of a sexist dork. I'm fine with ballroom dance teachers referring to leads as guys and followers as girls (or ladies). When someone is trying to get across a lot of information in a short amount of time, I'm not going to get upset from being grouped with "guys" as someone who is learning to lead. I was more than a little peeved at his repeated statements that leading is tough, and he would be happy to let me take the follow position if I decided I couldn't handle learning lead. Jerk. I wanted to ask him if he ever offered that to any of the men who came for his classes, but I didn't get the opportunity. Also, he has a tendency to be chatty and I'm like YOU ARE EATING INTO MY PAID CLASS TIME ASSHOLE.
I want to find a way to incorporate occasional practices with
msmitti outside of the class time. Scheduling, though. Tricky. For the record, I finished everything on my to-do list for Saturday at some point this weekend, with the exception of the wardrobe switch. Because this week's temperatures. Really? Low eighties? I won't even need to pull out long socks until Thursday. Crazy. And a little annoying. I'm ready for boots-and-jackets weather.
ms_danson posted this song over the weekend and damn it's pretty awesome. I think this chick would make an amazing double-bill with The Late Night Callers.