Another Weekend

Shabbos was spent davening at JTS and eating with what is getting to be the usual lovely crowd of folks outside the seminary, with whom I continued to spend the evening after Shabbos in a partially successful attempt to watch a movie. (It was possibly the only time I've ever been somewhere where I've been watching a movie and other folks have been reading through it. Usually that's my role.) It was quite comfortable, and very good to be outside the classmate crowd and all the tensions that seem to go along with it at least at this point. So I missed Steve's birthday party- but the whole location (a bar with the advice sent that we should get there after 9, but before 10 so as to avoid lines) was freaking me out a bit, and this involved entrophy and was quitely likely (from the perspective of before 9pm) to be pleasant.

Sunday was also pretty quiet, partially because I found myself ridiculously sleepy and spent a good chunk of it napping, and otherwise went to morning davening which was almost morning minyan but not quite, homework, returning a borrowed suit, and little else until dancing at night. Dancing was quite pleasant, although I did get mildly repremanding by Moshiko for yawning during his teaching. And after we botched Debka K'na'an terribly he retaught it, which is handy- for a dance that taxes one's muscles oddly (why he taught 16 hops on the left foot were a good idea, I don't know, but somehow I still like the thing), I'm quite fond of it. And relearning it has brought the rhyme I learned it with originally back to my mind, so at occasional tired and distracted moments today my brain has been running through "two o'clock, ten o'clock, two o'clock rock, six o'clock hop, midnight stop"- it works a little too well... It also involved watching the three guys ahead of me grabbing each other's belts to show the original "stage" choreography for the dance (stage choreography was much less complex then, it seems). This also involved Steve running to grab a rope belt and handkerchief from his bag- why he had it there, I can only image has to do with years in an international dance performing group, or well, with being Steve.

Another Weekend

Shabbos was spent davening at JTS and eating with what is getting to be the usual lovely crowd of folks outside the seminary, with whom I continued to spend the evening after Shabbos in a partially successful attempt to watch a movie. (It was possibly the only time I've ever been somewhere where I've been watching a movie and other folks have been reading through it. Usually that's my role.) It was quite comfortable, and very good to be outside the classmate crowd and all the tensions that seem to go along with it at least at this point. So I missed Steve's birthday party- but the whole location (a bar with the advice sent that we should get there after 9, but before 10 so as to avoid lines) was freaking me out a bit, and this involved entrophy and was quitely likely (from the perspective of before 9pm) to be pleasant.

Sunday was also pretty quiet, partially because I found myself ridiculously sleepy and spent a good chunk of it napping, and otherwise went to morning davening which was almost morning minyan but not quite, homework, returning a borrowed suit, and little else until dancing at night. Dancing was quite pleasant, although I did get mildly repremanding by Moshiko for yawning during his teaching. And after we botched Debka K'na'an terribly he retaught it, which is handy- for a dance that taxes one's muscles oddly (why he taught 16 hops on the left foot were a good idea, I don't know, but somehow I still like the thing), I'm quite fond of it. And relearning it has brought the rhyme I learned it with originally back to my mind, so at occasional tired and distracted moments today my brain has been running through "two o'clock, ten o'clock, two o'clock rock, six o'clock hop, midnight stop"- it works a little too well... It also involved watching the three guys ahead of me grabbing each other's belts to show the original "stage" choreography for the dance (stage choreography was much less complex then, it seems). This also involved Steve running to grab a rope belt and handkerchief from his bag- why he had it there, I can only image has to do with years in an international dance performing group, or well, with being Steve.