It's been quite a day so far. The Dance Complex had their annual Open House; free half-hour dance classes from noon to 4pm. I got there in time to catch the stretching at the start of the first class, and struggled my way through the Modern and Jazz/Funk classes.
The open house classes are always insane; very crowded, and they're teaching a full routine in half an hour, so it moves *fast*. I ended up dropping out of both classes near the end because I just couldn't see well enough to pick up the moves, but it was enough to give me a feel for the styles. I liked modern a lot more than I expected, and jazz/funk much less. The next class was African, which seemed surprisingly balletic, but when the third move in the combination was a split, I decided that it was time for me to split as well. I haven't done any dance in a long time, and I was definitely feeling it. I had thought of possibly taking one of those classes, but after a conversation with
muffyjo this morning I'm leaning towards a hula class that she found for me not far from
ironpoet's. I've always wanted to really learn hula, and I think the hands from that might help me in theater, as well.
After the dance classes, I went to Porter Square to run some errands, and spent a lovely time wandering around Porter Square Books and getting a fresh spring roll from the café there. Then I walked back to Davis, stopping in O'Naturals ostensibly to buy an apple strudel and iced tea, but mostly to take advantage of their bathroom and WiFi. Got home just as the rain started up, and now I'm in clean non-sweaty clothes and trying to get up the energy to make it to the
theatreatfirst steering committee meeting. Funny, it feels like bedtime to me.
The open house classes are always insane; very crowded, and they're teaching a full routine in half an hour, so it moves *fast*. I ended up dropping out of both classes near the end because I just couldn't see well enough to pick up the moves, but it was enough to give me a feel for the styles. I liked modern a lot more than I expected, and jazz/funk much less. The next class was African, which seemed surprisingly balletic, but when the third move in the combination was a split, I decided that it was time for me to split as well. I haven't done any dance in a long time, and I was definitely feeling it. I had thought of possibly taking one of those classes, but after a conversation with
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