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ladysprite) wrote2004-01-04 08:59 pm
ladysprite) wrote2004-01-04 08:59 pm
Restless Feet
December was a nice enough month, I suppose, and an interesting and probably necessary break from my usual routine of regimented socialization. It was good to break the pattern and see different people in different settings, spend time with family, and work on projects.
However, this also means that it's been nearly a month since my last real opportunity to dance, and this is starting to take a serious toll on me. My feet are nearly twitching with the need to move, my heart feels like it keeps slipping into the rhythm of every song on the radio, and it takes all of my willpower to stand still at work (a fact which confuses and amuses the technicians when they occasionally catch me in a momentary lapse, spinning around the hospital with a cat on my shoulder).
Dance practice will start again next week, which should help, but this has gone beyond the point where it could be cured by an hour or two of slow, regimented, restrained three-minute dances with pre-set steps. It's beyond turn-my-lights-off-and-dance-in-my-room, even. I need a dance floor full of people, and I need to be the dervish at the center. I need dim lights and sternum-shaking speakers and high heeled shoes slipping on a polished floor, bodies all around me, someone's hands on my hips, eyes on my silhouette, dancing by myself and with anyone else under the music's spell, giving myself up completely to the joy of movement....
Arisia is only two weeks away, but I don't quite know how I'll manage to survive that long. Stupid working weekends, keeping me away from any reasonable chance of going out dancing.... I don't suppose anyone knows of any decent places to go dancing in Boston on a Monday night?
However, this also means that it's been nearly a month since my last real opportunity to dance, and this is starting to take a serious toll on me. My feet are nearly twitching with the need to move, my heart feels like it keeps slipping into the rhythm of every song on the radio, and it takes all of my willpower to stand still at work (a fact which confuses and amuses the technicians when they occasionally catch me in a momentary lapse, spinning around the hospital with a cat on my shoulder).
Dance practice will start again next week, which should help, but this has gone beyond the point where it could be cured by an hour or two of slow, regimented, restrained three-minute dances with pre-set steps. It's beyond turn-my-lights-off-and-dance-in-my-room, even. I need a dance floor full of people, and I need to be the dervish at the center. I need dim lights and sternum-shaking speakers and high heeled shoes slipping on a polished floor, bodies all around me, someone's hands on my hips, eyes on my silhouette, dancing by myself and with anyone else under the music's spell, giving myself up completely to the joy of movement....
Arisia is only two weeks away, but I don't quite know how I'll manage to survive that long. Stupid working weekends, keeping me away from any reasonable chance of going out dancing.... I don't suppose anyone knows of any decent places to go dancing in Boston on a Monday night?
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Of course, given that I spend 4 hours in still-not-broken-in dance shoes, practicing/learning regency (real regency, with, like, footwork) and 1860's dance in a somewhat-too-hot studio today doesn't give me much of a position to stand on (and my toes are no longer worn out from too much times standing on them without even really thinking about it, at least).
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How does the cat feel about it?
My cats groove on singing and dancing, and apparently aren't terribly harsh critics in either field. They start purring immediately if I sing, and I know my singing voice is nothing to write home about.