A Weird Day and Dancing

Today was sort of strange: just sort of timeless until work. Work was fine though, and I came home, had dinner and talked to Dad for a bit before I headed off for dancing.

Going to dancing alone was a strange feeling in and of itself: I remembered to go get cash to pay, rather than relying on the fact that zodiacmg and I seem to have cash on alternating weeks or so. (I also checked with one of the session leaders to figure out what I ought to pay this summer, since I won't officially be a student, but it's just that I'm in between programs. She said to pay whichever rate I thought I could afford and felt ok with- and that I should come even if I couldn't pay. She's a sweet woman.) But I forgot my dance shoes in the remembered to go to the bank. Oh well- dancing in my street shoes worked alright, although I wish they were a bit tighter- they're one their very last legs (you should pardon the pun).

Dancing was exactly what I needed: seeing people I've known for what seems like ages, having some good social contact that wasn't all full of a sense of "have a good life, especially if I never see you again" and other limbo-related experiences. It was a little bit like climbing out of a shell. There were some remarkably odd moments though... Someone asked if zodiacmg and I were married, just to make sure. And I had a rather odd and Very unexpected conversation that I can't quite manage to record in a way that preserves the privacy of those involved. But the programming was pretty reasonable, and in between I had some interesting conversations, and it was very worthwhile all around. But next week, I need to remember to bring my dance shoes.

A Weird Day and Dancing

Today was sort of strange: just sort of timeless until work. Work was fine though, and I came home, had dinner and talked to Dad for a bit before I headed off for dancing.

Going to dancing alone was a strange feeling in and of itself: I remembered to go get cash to pay, rather than relying on the fact that zodiacmg and I seem to have cash on alternating weeks or so. (I also checked with one of the session leaders to figure out what I ought to pay this summer, since I won't officially be a student, but it's just that I'm in between programs. She said to pay whichever rate I thought I could afford and felt ok with- and that I should come even if I couldn't pay. She's a sweet woman.) But I forgot my dance shoes in the remembered to go to the bank. Oh well- dancing in my street shoes worked alright, although I wish they were a bit tighter- they're one their very last legs (you should pardon the pun).

Dancing was exactly what I needed: seeing people I've known for what seems like ages, having some good social contact that wasn't all full of a sense of "have a good life, especially if I never see you again" and other limbo-related experiences. It was a little bit like climbing out of a shell. There were some remarkably odd moments though... Someone asked if zodiacmg and I were married, just to make sure. And I had a rather odd and Very unexpected conversation that I can't quite manage to record in a way that preserves the privacy of those involved. But the programming was pretty reasonable, and in between I had some interesting conversations, and it was very worthwhile all around. But next week, I need to remember to bring my dance shoes.