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OMG, you guys! OMG! Anna and Joseph are amazingly amazing! I think I want to steal them. Ugh, they're ridiculously cute together, bantering all the time and horsing around with various utensils (Joseph decided he wanted to keep the straw so that he could have a baton or a gavel with which to command everyone's attention). They put me between them in one of those ridiculous little round booths at Flying Star so they could talk to me and talk over me and generally leave me giggling helplessly at their utter silliness.

You know, I'd forgotten how much I love theatre people. Theatre people are honest and open and love to talk shop. Theatre people know the value of a good tip. And, best of all, theatre people know how to kvetch. I mean, if you're going to point out all the myriad and manifold things that get on your wick, you can't just sit there and whine about it. No, you have to see the humor and the irony in it all and possibly act the whole thing out with exaggerated hand gestures and funny voices. That is real kvetching and that is what theatre people do.

For example, a few bites into our lunch, Joseph smiles this funny little smile and says, "So, now that I'm not your teacher anymore and can actually ask you these things... what do you think about the atmosphere at the studio?" From there we launched into a giant discussion of the many indignities he and Anna had to suffer at the hands of his employers, including everything from them accusing him of being snotty and vain to them butting in on his lessons to correct him. We talked about how much everyone at the studio looked down on international style ballroom and intelligent conversation. And we expressed our collective horror of the entire faculty (Joseph excluded) being chain smokers. We came to the conclusion that the three of us were--and in my case, still are--clearly the odd ducks out. Joseph was frequently given the silent treatment, Anna was harassed in Joseph's behalf, and I was teased constantly about being quiet and studious and able to understand (if not always implement) the technique described in the ISTD manual.

Joseph also told me that he set out especially to keep me entertained during group classes. The veiled insults and the references and the obvious bullshit were as much for my amusement as they were for his. His example was his claim that the arm slide in meringue was "an old favorite," a step he loved well, when he knew that I knew he had learned the entire curriculum for the class an hour before. He also said that he loathed and detested the practice parties and that I was the one thing that made them even remotely bearable because I followed well, could talk about intelligent things during boring slow dances, and didn't really give a flying fuck when he messed up. He also confessed his strategic exit strategy for all country western numbers to Anna, who found it just as funny as I did the first time I watched him stride off to the other room as though he actually had something important to do there. We all agreed it was very louche.

And, when we finally got that mess out of our systems, we then dove into a discussion of books, movies, miniseries, and history. Anna confessed that she was twisted and found Poe's "The Black Cat" funny, much to Joseph's horror. And Joseph described a ridiculous French movie called "Posession" that involved tentacle sex. He sounded bizarrely fascinated while Anna and I sat in horrified shock. They also sent me off with a long list of book and film recommendations. Once I finish the books Joseph gave me a month or so ago, I will get started on that lot.

Of course, being a dancer and a dancer's wife, they went on at length about the dance scene in L.A. and how they would absolutely love to have me out there with them, taking lessons from the real professionals and watching me get molded (like a jelly) into an elegant competitive dancer. We exchanged contact information and offered each other floors/couches/various other horizontal surfaces to sleep on should we ever decide to visit in each other's cities. We promised to keep in touch. Joseph asked me to call if I ever needed dance advice, or as Anna said, "to just shoot the shit." I told them they could do the same.

Essentially, lunch was utterly fantastic. We thoroughly enjoyed each other's company and conversation and were devastated when Joseph realized they still had five more hours of packing and moving to do and that they had to leave. They're going to fit in fine when they move to L.A. Anna is going to be a brilliant high school English teacher and Joseph is going to continue to be an amazing magician/dancer/writer/actor, doing all the things he loves. I will miss them like I'd miss an amputated limb and the studio will never be quite as inviting or glamorous without them there.

I wish them all the best, a safe flight, and the biggest hug ever to be given that side of the New Mexico/Arizona border.

I shall write them an e-mail tomorrow to make sure they're alright and that everything goes through.
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OMG! OMG! OMG! I'm having lunch with Joseph and Anna tomorrow at Flying Star! OMG!

You guys, I am so excited! This means we'll be able to actually talk about all the cool stuff we know and maybe exchange e-mail addresses and such so that we can continue to do so long distance. They are bloody awesome people and if I actually decide to go out to California, I'll have friends! Hell, I have friends now! Whee!

I also have private lessons with Randy, which is different but still fun. He's teaching me to let go of all my bad habits like having arms that are either steel bars or wet noodles and fighting the man on my turns because I don't trust him. Also, he's made the same observation that all my dance teachers at Ballet Theatre did back in the day: I am all arms and legs. Apparently he and Kim have concluded that, if I learn to control said arms and legs, I will be a glorious dancer who will eat up the floor. I'm looking forward to eventually reaching that stage and have decided that I'll do whatever it takes to get there. That means I'll have to start working out again so that I can strengthen my frame. Ah well, needs must. Hmm...Maybe I should start writing down my corrections so that I can remember them better. I'll need another notebook for that.

I think that in light of recent events I'm more determined than ever to become a good ballroom dancer. On Sunday Randy pulled me outside with him on his smoke break (ew) and told me that, if I work hard and train for a few more years, I'd make a good teacher and that he'd be willing to offer me a job at the studio. *grins* I think that would be a very fulfilling career choice, indeed. I've taught ballet before and liked it immensely. Unlike math--which I hated teaching with a passion--dance is hands on: I can physically coax people into understanding. Also the metaphors flow more smoothly. La! I love watching students work and grow as dancers. It's a slow process, but to see them develop that confidence and style is absolutely beautiful. And the best part of it is that the confidence comes with the technique. When you know in mind and body how to do something elegantly, you just do it without having to worry about being in the right place at the right time for the next step (transitions kill everyone). If you do it right, as Alex Osadnik would say, "Ah! You're already there!" Of course, I still need to reach that point myself, but I'm confident that with some hard work and a lot of practice, I'll get there one day and be able to help others do the same.

Ha! I had the brilliant idea today of doing a hustle showcase piece to Kool & the Gang's "Open Sesame." It's the perfect excuse to wear a ridiculous, diaphanous costume and experiment with style. This is the one reason why I should never be allowed to dance. I get too many ridiculous ideas. I'm just lucky that Joseph is as crazy as I am and decided to go ahead with the whole Jeeves & Wooster thing. I doubt many other people would be as sympathetic to my insanity.

Hmmm... what else has happened lately? Archie had the computer equivalent of an STD, but he's all taken care of now. I don't know where he got it from, but apparently when I visited some site he didn't have adequate protection. It took four virus scans and several updates of the software to get rid of it all, but he's made a full recovery and I am well pleased.

Speaking of illnesses, the medications I'm on continue to fuck me up. *sighs* Maybe tomorrow Dr. Bull will tell me that I don't have to take them anymore and I can try something new. That would be nice. The perpetual dry mouth and the aversion to comestibles makes dancing very difficult. I can't look beautiful if I'm too dehydrated and starved to move. *concerned face*

Lunch with Anna and Joseph tomorrow! SQUEE! ♥♥♥...just so you know.
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I just got another shot in the ass today. I am less than amused, but my tonsils might be smaller, so I'm not actually going to complain... Much. Often. Hard. Ow?

Anyway, the point of this post is to let you all know that I am not dead yet and may actually, soon, be getting better. Since the weekend I've had a really nasty drug-resistant case of strep throat that makes my tonsils look like molding cherries. Yes, I thought that was an attractive image, too. Hopefully the new super-antibiotics the doctors gave will work and I will be back to semi-normal. Fingers crossed, everyone! If I miss dance for the rest of the week, I'm hoping I'll be alive enough to make it to showcase.

In other news, my car is dead. It's not as dead as Brianna's, which has decided to commit seppuku rather than endure another day's service in disgrace, but it's pretty fucking dead. The bastard thing has been in the shop for about a week now and they still have no idea what's wrong with it. If my car was a human and fictional, I'd turn it over to House for inspection. The pettiness and vitriol would be well worth it. Regardless, Papa's going to go heckle the mechanic later today. I have a feeling it will be neither productive nor be fun.

Blergh. I want to be healthy again. I hate sitting around doing nothing. Even if that book I read on Monday was freaking amazing, OMG I LOVE GEORGETTE HEYER AND HER VERY VERY GAY SECONDARY CHARACTERS WITH THEIR SUPERFINE COATS AND ENGENDERED AFFECTIONS! *ahem* I highly recommend herbook Friday's Child, as Gil and Ferdy are perfect and clueless (though not as much as some) and married. Thank you. Good night.

FTW!

Mar. 21st, 2009 12:36 pm
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1. I chopped all my hair off again and it looks fabulous. Also, this time it holds a passable faux hawk!

2. WILBY WONDERFUL! MUM LOVES IT TOO! OMG ♥ ♥ ♥!

3. DEVON! JOSEPH IS A BBC FANATIC TOO! HE LOVES RICHARD E. GRANT AND 'JEEVES AND WOOSTER'! OUR DANCING PARTNERSHIP WAS CLEARLY MEANT TO BE! OMG I'M SO HAPPY I COULD CRY!

4. I am not going to the Colorado Star Ball. And it's not because I couldn't hack it there, it's because, as always, it's too bloody expensive. Patti explained to me last night that I'd be paying for both myself and Joseph to go. If I'm his only student in the ProAm competition (and I would be) I would be paying for his air fare, hotel, food, and tickets to the ball in addition to the same for myself and the entry fee for each of the 12 (at least) events I'd be in. In case you were wondering, all of this rounds out in the vicinity of $3,000. Fortunately, Joseph is a gentleman and told me that it wasn't worth it to go right now and that he wouldn't feel right having me pay for everything. SO, after due consideration, you shall NOT go to the ball! And I am very happy for it.

5. Cynthia, I miss you. Full stop.

6. The bull-headed Dr. Bull is putting me on Wellbutrin. It will probably make me a bit more manic and less inclined to eat than usual. Given that I can't concentrate worth shit right now and don't eat much as it is, this could be a problem. *shrugs* We'll know in a week.

OMG!

Mar. 11th, 2009 09:34 pm
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OMG GABY OMG!
I'VE MISSED YOU LEIK WOAH!
OMG!


Also, Joseph, there are more important things than hair. Clearly we're all going to die.

Also, also, I'm going to buy the bloody ISTD manual from the ISTD website. It's actually cheaper than trying to buy it used. *snorts* Figures.

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