do the hippy shake shake...

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so that was interesting.

i got to othercat's house before band practise today and there was another one of those awesome voice mails on my machine.

"i guess you're jamming" *click*

seriously love those messages. so far i've laughed at every one of them.

and firefox ate half a post so i'm going to bed.

okay so i called him back from othercat's house and he's all 'me and my buddy are going dancing' and i'm all 'oh god house music' but i'm also 'i haven't danced in months' so i talk for a minute and then go 'all right, i'm in' and he goes 'okay bye' *click*

i can't explain it but i love the way he communicates on the phone. i mean we've also had long chats but i love the ease of arranging things with him. yes, no bye and that's it. i'm always laughing when i get off the phone.

and then othercat and i had a sumptuous dinner (red snapper and stuffed mushroom caps and all) and headed off to jam. can i just tell you how awesome the band is? i can't figure out why i'm in it but i'm sure grateful because these folks can PLAY!

in fact svdw and i are three times the drummer together that we should be. like i'm 40% and she's 40% but together we're a hundred. or something like that. and last night we girls were ON. like we started several jams and kept some stuff going and were just playing off each other so well.

in fact we may get together and jam just the two of us.

anyway so i get home and i toss on some tight jeans and a tight t-shirt (THAT ISN'T TIGHT ANYMORE *sob* [er sob that it isn't tight, not that i've shrunk]) and head off to a little club on college for some dancing.

firstly? hcg is fucking hot when he's not at the gym.

second? how weird is it that he climbs slow but dances fast? i know, i thought it was weird too. i would have expected that slow fluid dancing that the really good modern dancers do but he's actually a lot faster and not as fluid.

that said? i don't think either of us was particularly feeling the music last night. i got some good dancing in and stretched my body out but it wasn't quite my cup of tea. interesting though that a lot of the african rhythms that i PLAY have made their way into house music.

so i would sort of pick up that underbeat (so to speak) and move on that. which i think led to some unexpected moves from me.

what an odd little bar too. it's on the second floor and people mingle and sort of just dance wherever.

oh yeah. dzer. he's NOT INTO ME THAT WAY. K? k. [lsd/hubris you've seen he and i together, would you concur?]

:)
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i'm all relieved. i have this tendency of underplaying the cheques i'm expecting so i won't spend the whole thing before i get it. anyway i turn out to have underplayed one by like two hundred and fifty bucks so i'm suddenly WAY more okay until the end of the month than i thought i was.

can you say relief?

i can, it's called extra big paycheques!
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the maybe new teacher of my sunday class took my class this morning and i'm sort of concerned if she gets it. she doesn't move mindfully enough. like not enough awareness of breath or some of the deep physical connections in the body.

that said? i'm not sure i'll like ANYONE since i love that class and i don't *really* want to give it up. and how she moves and how she teaches may not actually be related.

but oh... sunday mornings.

god what an orgasmic thought.
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man it feels so good to have gone dancing. i wore my little shoes with the split in the sole and just danced my face off. it wasn't as fun as if there had been african or cuban or south american music but it was pretty good.

the nice thing about that place it that it's clearly the kind of place that you can show up alone and dance and leave and noone will even notice.

this is good because i am seriously underdanced lately.

what i should do is find a salsa club to dance at, then i can shimmy my whole body all i want and i'll still be half as flamboyant as anyone else there. see it's sort of difficult to dance in a regular club because i'm *so* overabundant in my gestures and i'm (i've been told) a really sensual dancer and i shimmy the shit out of my hips.

so yeah, the dirty old man factor is brutal.

there's something about a dirty old married man staring at you with drool running out of the corner of his mouth that really tarnishes your enjoyment of an evening.

worse?

it makes it impossible to free your body to move how it likes... and if you can't free your body you just can't dance.

and if life gives you half a chance?

i truly hope you dance.