A Long Time Coming

For years I've been hearing from friends who tried out swing dancing and loved it that I had to try out this fun, slightly frazzled, and yet still pretty organized form of dancing (hmm, who does that remind me of? ;). I finally got to do it last night -- Toria and I went to the University of Toronto swing dance night, and, although I worried about Toria hating me forever because seven years of music class have given me a pretty good sense of rhythm, I had a LOT of fun.

It's a dance with pretty easy basics, which then get jazzed up (Lindy'd up?) depending on the ability of the dancers involved. Seeing as how I was a beginner and a 'follower' (the PC term for the girl's part in the dance), my night consisted of three kinds of dancing: the blind leading the blind, the experienced graciously coming down to my level to teach me some new things mid-song, or me getting frustrated with geeky guys (who were way too excited because they were touching an actual girl to be concentrating on their dancing) and taking over the lead. For the record, those three forms of dancing were: surprisingly fun, sometimes not-so-fun if the experienced guy was snobby, and, a really bad idea on my part (it just added to the confusion).

Fun dancing though, and a good way to exercise my social skills and remind myself that talking to new people can be fun and exciting, as long as I keep ignoring the little wallflower voice in my head telling me no one will like me. And *really* good exercise.

I think I'll go back again soon...