Super Mergotroid

    Tonight, it was once again time for the monthly swing dance party.  Also always I enjoyed myself.   Having now been to four of these things, I have come to the conclusion that every party has to have one creeptastic man at it.  Tonight we had a repeat, from the very first party I went to this time last year.  Arynne and I like to call him plaid on account of his very loud red plaid pants.  Plaid doesn't dance.  He does, however, live in the church where the swing  dances are held.  He like to come down stairs, eat our food, and stand in the corner staring all night.  Last time he said he needed to make sure that we weren't making too much noise, so the neighbors  didn't call the police.  This is not an overly loud crowd.  Tonight he did his general staring and kept offering water to this little old man who I think was Italian.  The guy was trying to dance and quite capable of getting his own water.  Which he told Plaid in an exasperated manner. 

I had one great partner who's name I regret not remembering.  He was at about my level and interested in learning new steps.  If I didn't know one of the ones he wanted to practice he took the time to show me.  A revolutionary idea, that I wish some of the more advanced dancers would adopt. 

Anyway, there is apparently a longer Lindy Hop workshop on the Sunday of my next four-day, so I think I will have to check it out. Since I can't take the weekly lessons, I'll take what I can get.  Anyone want to join me?

Super Mergotroid

    Tonight, it was once again time for the monthly swing dance party.  Also always I enjoyed myself.   Having now been to four of these things, I have come to the conclusion that every party has to have one creeptastic man at it.  Tonight we had a repeat, from the very first party I went to this time last year.  Arynne and I like to call him plaid on account of his very loud red plaid pants.  Plaid doesn't dance.  He does, however, live in the church where the swing  dances are held.  He like to come down stairs, eat our food, and stand in the corner staring all night.  Last time he said he needed to make sure that we weren't making too much noise, so the neighbors  didn't call the police.  This is not an overly loud crowd.  Tonight he did his general staring and kept offering water to this little old man who I think was Italian.  The guy was trying to dance and quite capable of getting his own water.  Which he told Plaid in an exasperated manner. 

I had one great partner who's name I regret not remembering.  He was at about my level and interested in learning new steps.  If I didn't know one of the ones he wanted to practice he took the time to show me.  A revolutionary idea, that I wish some of the more advanced dancers would adopt. 

Anyway, there is apparently a longer Lindy Hop workshop on the Sunday of my next four-day, so I think I will have to check it out. Since I can't take the weekly lessons, I'll take what I can get.  Anyone want to join me?