(I've fallen behind in keeping my blog spot abreast of my ballet adventure on January 31st - the adventure before this happened on January 31st - this one is current)
Tonight was a waffle night.
Last Tuesday began the Blizzard of 2011 that didn't end until Wednesday morning-ish. I made it to class on Monday night, but Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights - nothing.
Tuesday night I couldn't even see the street lights one block ahead. Wednesday morning, I go outside with the rest of the building and dig out the sidewalks, back stairs, a path to the dumpster and my car. Thursday afternoon, my fair city decides my two side streets are worthy of clearing, so I must go back out and re-dig an exit for my car.
So tonight I waffle about going to class. I haven't been to class in over a week. I'm going to miss a few classes next week because of work - what's another day???
Side Bar: Dear Aunt Flow came for a visit -let's take a break.
Menty: Do you really want to go to Mr. Heinz's class to start back??
Side Bar: Physie - Get the HELL up and put on some clothes! Menty's talking crazy!!
Menty: I'm just saying - I prefer my crazy in a little petite package with one or two ponytails with funny imagery and laughter. But you want to try crazy in a 6 foot 6 male package with a french accent - fine by me.
Physie: Where's that tank top!?!
I didn't waffle for very long...I park a block and a half away because the street parking around the center looks like the rest of Chicago right now - a used furniture lot. And instead of taking my chances with the three legged chair owner, I decide to just park further away and hoof it back.
David checks me in and I only see two other names on the list. I hear MDB talking around the corner so I interrupt her conversation for a quick hug and run to the back for class. Mrs. B is leaving class and hoveling a little bit. MDB asks her what's wrong - and Mrs. B says "I'm OLD!" and starts laughing. I tell MDB to tell Mrs. B she should jump becauseJUMPING MAKES YOU YOUNG! We all laugh at that.
Ms. J and the Young One are in class. The Young One is wearing point shoes. MDB starts the three of us off with our usual plies. And just when Side Bar is about to get going with how much trouble we are going to be in if there's only three - land then like magic - every 2 minutes or so someone new walks into class. The last person to join us is a petit Asian man with a very feminine hair cut. We rounded off at a lovely even 8.
MDB keeps class interesting with messing with the recipes - our tendus and degages have new timing and rhythms. Our frappes have slow and fast petit battements. Our battements are pointing and closing...
Side Bar: Maybe Mr. Heinz ain't so bad...that first class of the year wasn't bad at all...
Menty: We're doing alright - it's the riding crop she's talking about getting that makes me nervous.
Physie: You nervous, huh? Let me know the next time you take a hit to brain....
Menty: Smartass!
Physie: Sticks and stones...Menty - Sticks and stones.
We move away from the barre and warm up for jumps and then move into our adagio. I'm starting to love forward to the adagio more and more. It's hard because it's all about balance - some days I've got it - other days - TIMBER!!! THER' SHE BLOWS!! FORE!! AND BEEP, BEEP, BEEP (this sounds is often accompanied by large pick up trucks, semi's, fire trucks heading in REVERSE!!) I'm ok tonight and then we learn temps de cuisse - or timing of the thighs - to which I declare out loud: MY TIMING IS OFF! And it was for the first couple of tries, but even if I was behind a beat - I didn't give up. I just kept doing the move right even if the timing was off.
I wasn't the only one off tonight. Typically MDB will put the guys in the back of the lines or end of the lines because that's how ballet is done. But tonight the asian guy with the feminine hair kept being in front :). She was really nice about it and let it go until I realized she kept forgetting he was a guy :) That's ok, MDB.
Can't be on every night.....
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