No, seriously, where did it go? Cause, I just am starting my last week of regular class for the semester … Not that students are complaining, mind you. But, whoa.
So, a lot has happened since I last posted. I got in a car accident (in the rain on the highway — not my fault) and my car was totaled. Yes, my piece of junk car that I’ve written about in previous posts. Apparently, the insurance company didn’t feel it warranted new side doors. Thus ensued the fast search for a new car. This was not how I intended my new car search to go, you know. I wanted my old car to last another couple years, giving me plenty of time to look around, save some more money, spend that money on dancing, berate myself for not saving a little for the car, and take pleasure in the thought that the car gods were giving me a reprieve with my excellent gas mileage, paid for, money and pride saving, ugly but pretty mode of transportation. But alas, as all gods seem to be, the particularly fickle highway god decided that my time with the little guy was done and ended the ride in a few seconds. Thankfully, the highway god felt that it should happen on my way to work in the morning, during heavy traffic, and in monsoon-like rain. I ended up sitting on the side of the road with 7 other hapless victims for 2 hours before everything got un-tangled. And lest you think my snark is me not being grateful for not getting hurt, you are wrong! Of course, I’m thankful for that. I even drove my car home just fine. My students were thrilled a day of class was canceled.
I had the now horrific experience of car shopping. And it was horrific. I do not think I could ever survive another trip to a car dealership. The pressure was too much for someone like me. It got to a point where my father, who lives on the other side of the country, was about to pay for a car broker to step in and find me one. But, I had a moment of bravery, gathered up my fierceness, found the car I wanted, walked on the lot, test drove it, had the mechanic look at it, and made an offer lower than ticket price — and “ta-da” I now own this lovely gem:
So, yeah, it’s a big step up from my last car. It’s a used car … I was not searching for something so sporty and RED … But apparently, the goddess of broke dancing girls looking for cars decided this would be a good fit. I heard it calling me thru the internet … All siren-like … And I did the deed. I must say, I’ve never gotten so much attention from men in my life. I get waves and nods and such in a much greater proportion than I have before experienced. My next door neighbor has a 16-year-old son and she told me that he thinks I’m really cool now. So, there you have it — I’m now hip with the youngsters! Oh, it gets really good gas mileage, in case you’re wondering.
As far as dancing goes, this last weekend we had out franchise mini-match, as they are fond of calling it. I’m quite happy to say that I received a silver certificate. Since my teacher is very hard on me and rarely lets me advance, I feel very proud of this. 😉 I feel like my smooth pretty much sucked, but, my rhythm really did feel strong! Yay. 🙂
Tonight in my lesson, my teacher started to re-teach me basic cha cha. Yes, he did. It isn’t American-style enough. He explained it far better than I ever could. But basically, there’s a big “discussion” amongst the highers up in the dance world about how the American style dances have taken on too much of the international technique because of the major influx of teachers and dancers from “the continent.” I just realized people might not get I mean Europe. So, Europe, people. Anywho, they are bemoaning that fact and insisting that “real” American technique must be rewarded at comps now. There’s obviously more to that, but it’s the gist. So, the dance god was gracious enough to let me relearn the basics again. I can’t tell you how many versions of the basic steps I’ve learned in the last six years. I’ve gotten to the point where this seems perfectly normal to me. This does makes sense though, as the chick who won first in my division at the last comp I was at, did a straight-up, American-only technique of the dances. I casually suggested to Teach that maybe we should just move over to international style if this was the case. And he gave me that “look” — you guys know what I’m talking about …. So, we drilled the American way for a while and then worked on bringing my turns to a dead stop every time. I fully admit that I can’t always do this and I can’t always stop with the correct hip up in the air, but I do see progress. A couple years ago I totally fell on my butt when I was learning to do a spiral turn all by myself. That has since become a huge joke between Teach and I. We both agree that it was like slow motion. He was just too far away to catch me and I looked at him as I was falling and he didn’t move a muscle. I think he was surprised and I definitely was not! We have done several reenactments of the incident, but I always play him and he plays me. We obviously give grotesque, extreme versions of how we felt the other failed, but it definitely is a good laugh. I’m glad it happened, though, as you get over that fear. I have since fallen three more times in the studio — once during coaching with Valentina, so no big deal. Teach 2 said that was nothing as he had fallen at a competition before … So, yeah, I sort of think everyone has falls. 🙂
The next thing on the horizon is coaching with Eddie Apolonov — I need to check if I spelled his name correctly. Anyway, he’s the next thing that’s coming up in a week or so. I forget. And then, I’ll probably just work on a showcase routine. Teach had a cool idea for some music that he shared tonight and I love it — it’s so cool. But, choreography and such probably won’t happen till after coaching. Well, I hope everyone is doing super out there dancing away. I will leave you with a pic of me with Teach and Teach 2 from the event this last Saturday. I danced a couple heats with another instructor, but I don’t know where he was when we were taking this pic.
See you on the dance floor, friends!