yoga pants: check.
no, i did not do yoga today. they just happen to be the comfiest thing i own.
comfy grey tank: check.
tea: check.
crazy hair w/no mousse: check.
yay for one more outfit post on the net. ;) just. kidding.
it's funny to do them once in a while, though.
i've been gone from the blogging scene for two days.
i have a slight cold; mostly it's a stuffy nose. it developed sometime wednesday early morning.
on and off liveliness so i don't come off as a complete zombie to the family and whoever sees me --oh, wait, there's a family get together with dad's parents and grandma t's side of the family tonight . . . should be interesting.
anyways, about the cold: in the back of my mind, i can blame heather for sunday night --girl's night we had with her and steph-- she had a cold over the weekend from her younger siblings . . .
on the other hand, a very cute newspaper guy just walked by outside.
back on the other hand, late nights contribute to a general weakening of my system . . . shoot. :P
now here i am with a gorgeous day, sun shining.
anna gone on 3 meetings--one, a possible client due in december; one, a doula she's getting to know; one, a mom-friend of ours whose 3rd baby is about 3 or 4 months old.
it's 11:33am, and the tea water is boiling.
ginger peach it is, then.
so.
recap on my week?
er....last few days?
thursday morning: farmer's market. love that place. we also walked to caribou coffee--i got a large regular brew. dark roast. i swear caribou has the best regular brew out of all the coffee shops i've been to and tried.
♥
thursday evening:
swing dancing for the very first time. i will forever bless the night and friends who got us hooked on it.
me and anna, posing in our shabby apple dresses before she came:) a lovely friend, anna a, picked us up, and from there we drove through country
and more country to her friend martha's house.
♥ gorgeous.
then, on the way to the
[i dropped off the face of the planet for
a sec half an hour here to procrastinate just a wee bit and laugh at a site i just found thanks to
kelsey:
how to be a dad. go ahead. go laugh. go learn. now back to the story.]
on the way to the place for swing dancing, we saw this stupid guy:
both hands holding the gadget phone. 70mph or more road.
the sight made me go weak in the knees.
and i was sitting down. dangit, how obvious is that.
i obviously don't get into the larger cities that much; people in our small town are just a tiny bit smarter than that, i think.
the freaky thing is,
the idiot is practiced at it.
practiced.
or we'd all be history.
anyhow, back to the story again.
we got there in the middle of the lesson; kinda late, but oh well. martha taught us the basic steps on the side by the pool tables while a pretty big circle of couples practiced random things around the instructor and his partner.
then, the lesson ended and music started. 9pm.
they go till midnight or something, but we didn't stay that late.
it was mentioned that anna and i were first-timers, but we dressed like we knew what we were doing.
oi.
well, when you have vintage-inspired dresses on hand, what do you wear to a swing dance?? exactemo.
so here we go.
an overview of the most of the room: lights were dim, so i had to use the stinkin' flash...
now for a slideshow, then a ramble from some notes i managed to take in my journal afterward, and . . . yes.
the grand thing is, the men step out and ask the women.
heck. yes.
and it's a good thing to wear flats. only near the very end, before we left around 11:15pm, did my left shoe start rubbing. nice little blister i acquired. but let me tell you this: it was so worth it. anna got several blisters from wearing low wedges with a nice securing strap; she says it was worth it. [uh, with a beaming smile, too.]
so if you ever have a chance to try swing dancing, do it. search it online, go. if that interests you at all.
because you will fall. in. love.
at least, i know i did.
notes:
12:02am
smiling. speechless.
in love.
swing dancing. ♥
1:30am
home.
there's something about spending the night with a whole bunch of people being alive, enjoying themselves.
[this was followed by a list of observations on the men i danced with through the evening.]
let's just say--my third dance, i was breathless after. that guy knew how to twirl you. and the dip at the end? only ever seen that in movies. it's been years since we've been stupid enough to try to dip each other as young siblings trying to reenact that amazing dance move. el oh el.
then, on the way home [after turning down a dance, darnit; never thought i'd say that...], we stopped by mcd's.
they made the coffee on the spot; i ordered a small decaf.
for the record, i'm never doing that again. it didn't taste a cinch like coffee, and the non-taste plus the heat
[though i waited and waited for it to cool] semi-burned my tongue. a blanket of numbness for the next few hours was the really nice outcome.
waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for the mcd's dude to get our order and, hopefully, have a handful of sanitizing wipes to give us. no dice. they were out. wth? i needed that; i had forgotten to scrub my hands in the lady's room before we left the dancing; hands slightly tacky with sweat: not the best.
i survived and washed twice with lots of soap and time when we got home.
it was almost 12:30 when we got
home.
but again: so worth the loss of sleep.
even though the past few days i should've gone to bed at like 11pm every night to get rid of this cold. :P
if you were thinking of trying to youtube it, i already did. i found this user
{adelineness} to have the best videos; not the best high-definition, but the best instruction and visual learning from them. so many other videos i viewed sucked at bringing it across. those are my candid thoughts, anyways.
all in all: dancing is addicting. it's a whole new experience for me. a very good one. a very
enjoyable one. i love learning new things. and stumbling along the way.
[no, i didn't step on anyone's feet; but always staring at his feet is what i had to do to get the mirroring down. i'm getting better. :)] it's what makes life meaningful. it keeps you on your edge. keeps you thinking
there's always more.
and i can't believe it's nearly 2pm. maybe eating something would've
brought me energy and contributed to a faster post. oh well.
