August 14th, 2005

Dance

Excess Dancing

Argh. Going to die. Can't... muster... energy... to remove... pants...

Today was a long day. A good day, a very good day, in fact, but long.

Day began at 9:00. I've been working on scaling back my wake up times so that when I have to get up at 6:30 for the drive to GenCon, to say nothing of the con itself in order to make my 8:00 games, so it's been unpleasant. At least when I got up I discovered that my cold was gone. Nonetheless I continued to dose myself with orange juice and grapefruit juice throughout the day. Hooray for vitamin C.

Around 11:00 I got down to the thrift shop to pick up Rookie's new tuxedo (Rook, IM me so we can work out how you're gonna make out for tuxedo day - wait, there you are) then a large amount of driving to the supposedly cheap gas station. It wasn't cheap. In fact it was significantly more expensive than several of the gas stations I'd passed on the ten mile drive there. I got gas from a cheaper station on the ten miles back, had lunch at Panera, and got a haircut. The nice hairdresser lady put stuff in my hair - some sort of gel - and apparently I'll be getting my own gel product. More on this below.

In the afternoon Reed called to say she was on her way. I went out, got fish for dinner, and began cooking. I forgot to add the salt but it still turned out about fairly tasty, about 80% of normal tasty. Then it was off to Big Bad Voodoo Daddy. Despite missing a step of the directions we got there only an hour late and discovered that hte opening band hadn't even gone on yet. I wished we'd missed them. They were awful. Godawful. Reed had a wonderful quote about them which I'll let her relate, but dear God they were terrible. We spent most of their set out in the lobby playing numerous games of Rock-Paper-Scissors. They were that bad.

But Big Bad Voodoo Daddy more than made up for it. Oh God how I love swing music, fast swing, neo-swing. They were so amazing! Words... failing... Big Bad Voodoo Daddy = double-plus good! There were a lot of people not dancing there, and of those who were dancing most of them were incredible. My dancing at the concert sucked rather hard but it was fun nonethless, with the exception of Tequila Girl. I go to the bar to get some water (it was stifling in there and dancing = sweat under the best of conditions) and Tequila Girl offers to buy my water. Considering that it's free I let her, then go bring a cup over to Reed before heading back to Tequila Girl so that I can be polite and be a nice guy.

Me: You want to dance?
TG: I don't know how.
Me: I'll show you.

I teach her some basic steps. She keeps pulling me up against her breasts. On one particular move she shoves my face in them (I should mention that Tequila Girl looked a great deal like Bobbi).

TG: You want to do some tequila shots with me?
Me: Umm... I have to go.

But other than her, Big Bad Voodoo Daddy was amazing. I screamed with joy when they finished "You and Me and the Bottle Make Three."

After the concert we drove to Chestnut Hill for... more swing dancing! Adam was supposed to meet us there but either he never showed or left before we got there (about 10:45. Sorry, Adam). Ramona was there, though, so that was exciting, and several other people I'd met over the summer were there. It was good to be able to say goodbye. Ramona complimented my haircut and when she found out the hair people had put gel in it persuaded me to do likewise (Me: They put stuff in it. Ramona: You should think about getting your own stuff to put in it. Me: Okay). I danced a little better than at BBVD, though not as good as I'd have liked, but on the average well enough. Towards the end they played "Sing! Sing! Sing!" and I put in all my energy reserves, did what I consider a very satisfactory dance with Ramona, then nearly collapsed. I got in one more dance before they called it, headed home, and here I am.

I feel like I'm going to die, but it will be because today I lived well.
Dance

More on BBVD

Several other incidents from last night I forgot to post at the time.

During the craptacular pre-band as we sat in the lobby Reed complains about Big Bad Voodoo Daddy taking so long. My response: I'm pleased by the idea of them lounging around backstage, wearing fedoras, drinking manhattans, to which Reed informs me that the fifties are over. Happily, when they do go out on stage nearly half the band is wearing fedoras. Before I can say anything Reed yells at me to shut up.

Other stuff: Reed taught me my first aerial. It's just a simple hip lift, but it's still pretty keen and doesn't have much chance for error. I got to try it with Ramona for "Sing! Sing! Sing!" and it came out rather well. I am ever so pleased.

Lastly, my ankle didn't hurt last night. Well, it did at one point when I tried sitting seiza which resulted in fire going up my leg (metaphorically), but it didn't hurt at all during dancing. I may not be completely healed, but I'm more than servicable.