Originally posted on May 7th
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After the morning debacle, I retreated to an afternoon of reading, providing bachelorette party fashion and gift advice, and chatting with good friend and belly dance student, Dawn.
I'm a little leery of trying this adventure, yet AGAIN, but I put on my big girl slippers and head out the door. It's misting outside and I must run to the vehicle to save my hair. (And yes, it's mine - refer to previous profile status for the update.)
Mr. Not David is still at the front desk. David IS behind the front desk but only momentarily. I eye Mr Not David closely and approach ready to go from normal to crazy bitch in .00001 seconds if necessary.
"I'd like to sign up for the 4pm beginner ballet class." I say while giving Not David the don't mess with me, man look.
"Sure." Not David says, smiles...
Side Bar and Menty: Ummm...blink, blink..
Side Bar: What just happened?
Menty: Let's just grab the card and keep it moving!
I make it into class to find Ms. String Bean (the teacher) putting on her shoes. I drop my stuff and swap shoes and race over to the barre as she says:
"I'm typically a stickler for starting class on time, but the firemen are doing some fundraising which backed up the street, so that's why I'm late."
Side Bar: Is she talking to me? I know she ain't talkin to ME.....
Menty: Are we PMSing right now??
Side Bar: Maybe, possibly...no?
Anyway, Ms. SB asks me my name and then asks if I have any experience.
"Yes, I've been taking classes on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday for the better part of a year." I say with a smile.
"Ok, well, that's great. Each teacher teachs a bit differently so blah, blah, blah, blah.."Ms. SB platters on (insert eye roll so big I think I could see my neurons firing inside my brain).
Side Bar: Why did you bother asking me if you were going to go all -I don't care who you learned with you will be my flunky - ummm I mean my student today??
Menty: When was our last time of month?
Side Bar: A week ago - can it!
Ms. SB starts with two demi's and one grande with port de bras for first, second and fifth position.
Before we finish Ms. SB tells me my lay back is lovely, but I need to suck in my GUT...now I'm going to kick her ass. I'm kidding - almost, maybe..sorta.
I let it roll and demonstrate it again while sucking in my 'gut' and we move into tendus with some arm and head business. I'm super focused now because I want to be a good - no- great- no fuckin' fantastic MDB pupil. I move through all the transitions with confidence and fluidity I only have on the BEST of days.
We work through the degage combination with piques and then rond de jambes. I get a compliment on my rond de jambes. (That's right damn it - no moving my 'gut' around!) We get into the frappes and I make a concerted effort to strike the floor (without breaking my foot) each time.
After an adagio at the barre containing retir, to attitude, back down to fifth, and again to developpe in first, second and arabesque on both sides, we stretch at the barre in fourth and second position. The battements are done in some funky combination that we all screw up, but that's ok - I made sure I maintained my turnout and got my leg as high as possible - while trying to not hit my 'gut' in first position.
We move to center floor and do our adagio and jumps. When we finally move to the traveling combinations, she has us do arabesque, balance, arabesque, balance turn, saute, saute, tombe, pas de bouree. Physie decides it doesn't like the balance and wants to do the balance turn both times. I cannot seem to persuade Physie otherwise - even when we go to the left. Oh well...
Ms. SB tells me I had a great class and invited me and the other new girl to come back....as if my cash didn't give me an open invite to drop in whenever anyway - but if it makes her happy..."Thanks." I say and smile.
So tomorrow I'm going to Mr. Heinz's intermediate class...or it could be the wine talking - and YES, I'm drinking...not a lot - but enough to make it sound like a reasonable/doable shin-dig. Tomorrow, folks - tomorrow!!
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After the morning debacle, I retreated to an afternoon of reading, providing bachelorette party fashion and gift advice, and chatting with good friend and belly dance student, Dawn.
I'm a little leery of trying this adventure, yet AGAIN, but I put on my big girl slippers and head out the door. It's misting outside and I must run to the vehicle to save my hair. (And yes, it's mine - refer to previous profile status for the update.)
Mr. Not David is still at the front desk. David IS behind the front desk but only momentarily. I eye Mr Not David closely and approach ready to go from normal to crazy bitch in .00001 seconds if necessary.
"I'd like to sign up for the 4pm beginner ballet class." I say while giving Not David the don't mess with me, man look.
"Sure." Not David says, smiles...
Side Bar and Menty: Ummm...blink, blink..
Side Bar: What just happened?
Menty: Let's just grab the card and keep it moving!
I make it into class to find Ms. String Bean (the teacher) putting on her shoes. I drop my stuff and swap shoes and race over to the barre as she says:
"I'm typically a stickler for starting class on time, but the firemen are doing some fundraising which backed up the street, so that's why I'm late."
Side Bar: Is she talking to me? I know she ain't talkin to ME.....
Menty: Are we PMSing right now??
Side Bar: Maybe, possibly...no?
Anyway, Ms. SB asks me my name and then asks if I have any experience.
"Yes, I've been taking classes on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday for the better part of a year." I say with a smile.
"Ok, well, that's great. Each teacher teachs a bit differently so blah, blah, blah, blah.."Ms. SB platters on (insert eye roll so big I think I could see my neurons firing inside my brain).
Side Bar: Why did you bother asking me if you were going to go all -I don't care who you learned with you will be my flunky - ummm I mean my student today??
Menty: When was our last time of month?
Side Bar: A week ago - can it!
Ms. SB starts with two demi's and one grande with port de bras for first, second and fifth position.
Before we finish Ms. SB tells me my lay back is lovely, but I need to suck in my GUT...now I'm going to kick her ass. I'm kidding - almost, maybe..sorta.
I let it roll and demonstrate it again while sucking in my 'gut' and we move into tendus with some arm and head business. I'm super focused now because I want to be a good - no- great- no fuckin' fantastic MDB pupil. I move through all the transitions with confidence and fluidity I only have on the BEST of days.
We work through the degage combination with piques and then rond de jambes. I get a compliment on my rond de jambes. (That's right damn it - no moving my 'gut' around!) We get into the frappes and I make a concerted effort to strike the floor (without breaking my foot) each time.
After an adagio at the barre containing retir, to attitude, back down to fifth, and again to developpe in first, second and arabesque on both sides, we stretch at the barre in fourth and second position. The battements are done in some funky combination that we all screw up, but that's ok - I made sure I maintained my turnout and got my leg as high as possible - while trying to not hit my 'gut' in first position.
We move to center floor and do our adagio and jumps. When we finally move to the traveling combinations, she has us do arabesque, balance, arabesque, balance turn, saute, saute, tombe, pas de bouree. Physie decides it doesn't like the balance and wants to do the balance turn both times. I cannot seem to persuade Physie otherwise - even when we go to the left. Oh well...
Ms. SB tells me I had a great class and invited me and the other new girl to come back....as if my cash didn't give me an open invite to drop in whenever anyway - but if it makes her happy..."Thanks." I say and smile.
So tomorrow I'm going to Mr. Heinz's intermediate class...or it could be the wine talking - and YES, I'm drinking...not a lot - but enough to make it sound like a reasonable/doable shin-dig. Tomorrow, folks - tomorrow!!
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