Tag: dance
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Waltzing Matilda
Night before last, My Darling B and I practiced our Viennese waltz steps to Billy Joel’s Only A Woman and Journey’s Open Arms. How have I lived almost thirty years with those songs without realizing they were waltzes? I sure do love to waltz. Swing dance is almost as much fun, but the waltz is… Read.
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Dancing Fools
I’m torn: I’ve got less than 120 pages left and then I’m finished with David McCullough’s Truman. I should be upstairs on the sofa finishing it off right now, but I couldn’t let the night pass without banging out some drivel. So here you go: Dance night tonight. It’s been at least two months since… Read.
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Hangar Dance
There were two or three other Rosies at the hangar dance last night, but only I had the privilege of dancing with the one who looked just like the one in the poster. The entertainment at Madison’s annual hangar dance is provided by Ladies Must Swing, an all-girl band that plays tunes made famous by… Read.
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The Secret
Here’s one that’ll take me a little while to live down, at least in my own mind: My Darling B and I go to a group dance class each Tuesday and Thursday night. It sounds like a lot, but each class is only forty-five minutes and it goes by so quickly that it’s over just… Read.
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trap
Tonight was supposed to be tango night in the group dance class, but nobody showed up so it turned into a private lesson – and since we swiched our weekly private lesson from Tuesday to Thursday, that meant that tonight turned into a twofer! We started off with a little test: Christopher wanted to see… Read.
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dizzy
We mambo’d the night away at group dance class last night. A mambo is like a salsa, but in mambo you step off on the second beat; in salsa you step off on the first. Seems like a really tiny, insignificant difference, one that wouldn’t be too hard to take into account, and there’s no… Read.
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tango-able
I was up awful late last night, but it was so worth it, practicing tango steps with My Darling B after we moved as much of the furniture out of the living room as possible. If we push the recliner into the front entrance, move the coffee table into the hallway and plop the beer… Read.
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practice
I was practicing dance steps with My Darling B in the front room last night, which is quite a feat if you take in to account that our living room is about the same size as the bed of a pickup truck, and we can’t remember dance steps to save ourselves. Actually, our living room… Read.
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roundup
Time for a quick update before I jump in the car and head into town to apply my nose to the grindstone … Yesterday was Tuesday, as you may have noticed, and Tuesday is dance night, which you may have already noticed if you were here last week at about this time. My Darling B… Read.
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step and POP
Our cha-cha lesson introduced the step and POP! Which means nothing to you, except this: Everything we learned up to this point, all the practice we put in getting our moves down, amounted to pretty much nothing when our instructor asked us to stick a step and POP! in there. The whole dance sequence came… Read.
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