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torquillOne more hour and I will be going to bed at the same time I did last night. I'm glad I don't have to get up four hours later again.
Friday Night Waltz was a lot more fun than I expected; it was good last time I went, but this time I think I learned the secret to having as much fun and dancing as I want:
Wear a pretty dress.
I got more dance requests than I wanted, and actually had to turn down a few (ones that weren't just, "I don't know how to dance this one"). People were looking at me appreciatively. I got a few compliments on my looks, which for the most part justified the soft corset![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eyeofcanaan had lent me that was gently digging its boning into my hipbone. Good dancers were actually seeking me out rather than looking a bit evasive.
What really floored me tonight was being complimented on my dancing, sincerely so. Twice. And here I was worried that after a month I wouldn't remember how to dance.
I got a few partners who knew just as little as I did, and we fumbled a bit and worked things out. As I mentioned to at least one of them, if no one falls down, things are good. Best case scenario is having fun -- not having perfect form, but just having fun trying. I think that in all the dances my partners and I had, we enjoyed ourselves. I declare the evening a success.
Afterward we went to Au Coquelet and munched a little...eyeofcanaan and her friend Dave, whom she had brought along for the first time, and phantomdancer, and me. We sat and talked for a bit over food, while phantomdancer dimpled over the drool running down my chin every time a particular piece of extreme eye candy (who dances well to boot) walked by, and eyeofcanaan teased me mercilessly about it. (Tease.)
After I drove them toeyeofcanaan's apartment (I was driving since the corset I had winched her into at the beginning of the evening made driving impossible), she then proceeded to give me another dress. This one is unexpected: it looks very good on me despite being a style which I thought looked good only on slender women. Impressive. I will have to find a good place to show it off. Thanks, love.
So here I am in the middle of hour 19, being thankful that for once I get to sleep in in the morning. What I am more thankful for: that this is the second sleep-deprivation day this week, with mental and physical exertion to boot, and I'm holding together very well without having to prop myself up with supplements. I'm tired, sure, and I need to rest before I can pull anything like this again -- but I'm functional, relatively pain-free, and I don't feel like I'm running on fumes. I feel like I've finally arrived. :)
All in all, a good day. And done. Sleep now.
Friday Night Waltz was a lot more fun than I expected; it was good last time I went, but this time I think I learned the secret to having as much fun and dancing as I want:
Wear a pretty dress.
I got more dance requests than I wanted, and actually had to turn down a few (ones that weren't just, "I don't know how to dance this one"). People were looking at me appreciatively. I got a few compliments on my looks, which for the most part justified the soft corset
eyeofcanaan had lent me that was gently digging its boning into my hipbone. Good dancers were actually seeking me out rather than looking a bit evasive.What really floored me tonight was being complimented on my dancing, sincerely so. Twice. And here I was worried that after a month I wouldn't remember how to dance.
I got a few partners who knew just as little as I did, and we fumbled a bit and worked things out. As I mentioned to at least one of them, if no one falls down, things are good. Best case scenario is having fun -- not having perfect form, but just having fun trying. I think that in all the dances my partners and I had, we enjoyed ourselves. I declare the evening a success.
Afterward we went to Au Coquelet and munched a little...
eyeofcanaan and her friend Dave, whom she had brought along for the first time, and phantomdancer, and me. We sat and talked for a bit over food, while phantomdancer dimpled over the drool running down my chin every time a particular piece of extreme eye candy (who dances well to boot) walked by, and eyeofcanaan teased me mercilessly about it. (Tease.)After I drove them to
eyeofcanaan's apartment (I was driving since the corset I had winched her into at the beginning of the evening made driving impossible), she then proceeded to give me another dress. This one is unexpected: it looks very good on me despite being a style which I thought looked good only on slender women. Impressive. I will have to find a good place to show it off. Thanks, love.So here I am in the middle of hour 19, being thankful that for once I get to sleep in in the morning. What I am more thankful for: that this is the second sleep-deprivation day this week, with mental and physical exertion to boot, and I'm holding together very well without having to prop myself up with supplements. I'm tired, sure, and I need to rest before I can pull anything like this again -- but I'm functional, relatively pain-free, and I don't feel like I'm running on fumes. I feel like I've finally arrived. :)
All in all, a good day. And done. Sleep now.
