notmypresident: (Dancing Bears)
Yesterday I drove into the city bright and early (in only 25 minutes!) to attend Rich Reel's intro to square-dance calling workshop.  I have no desire whatsoever to become a square-dance caller, but I was able to kill two birds with one stone:  (1) get some much-needed practice dancing the "boy" part, and (2) lend support to [livejournal.com profile] bigjohnsf, who was a "virgin" at calling.  It's so nice when you can combine selfishness with altruism!

It was a long, long day, but it certainly gave me a new appreciation of how difficult it is to call for square dancing.  Before we got there, John was full of self-doubt and expectations of what the class would be, but I think everything worked out well for him.  [livejournal.com profile] fuzzygruf was also there to further his own calling skills.    I often worry that Gary isn't having a good time at such events, but I just chalk it up to the fact that he's so far ahead of the curve in many aspects of square dancing that it's the equivalent of putting an advanced student in a remedial class.

There were certainly some frustrating aspects to the day.  An apparent lack of organization slowed things down a tad, though I'm not sure it wasn't deliberate on Rich's part to get folks exposed to that aspect of calling.  Ummm... yeah, that sounds good.  Another big stumbling block was The Square-Dancing Brady Bunch -- a family of five consisting of Alpha Earth Mother, Passive Father, and their brood of square-dancing protégés.  Seeing them instantly recalled the image of parents who push their little girls into beauty pageants -- with all the attached distaste I have for such things.  The teenage son (or Future Queen, as I came to think of him) was more than a little touchy when I asked if he'd been co-opted into square dancing from the moment he was born.  His quick strident denial had me thinking "Okaaaaaay..."  The real down side to their being there was that the two younger kids were a severe drain on time.  The middle child (who needs some queen to stand over her to enforce the Too Much Mascara rule) clearly didn't want to be calling, while the six-year old... well, yes, I guess it was impressive that a little girl like that could call anything.  But I hate when straight people assume that everyone else in the room will be tolerant of their children just because children are god's "gift" to the world.  I tend to think of that as part of the Heterosexual Agenda...

When all was said and done, I'd danced a good portion of the day.  I think I'm on track for taking Advanced this fall.  I feel a sense of accomplishment that the "boy" part seems to come rather naturally, even though some folks are quick to remind me "Well, the boy part is easier."  I've said this myself, but I'm still proud of the fact that I've only danced the boy part four times now and I've only broken a square once because of not knowing a particular move.  Okay, once and a half.

Though I should have gone home after the caller class, I went out and played last night.  Nothing like excess, eh?  Today will be a quiet one for me, with nothing but music, movies, and food.  I'm particularly looking forward to the new DVD of Preston Sturges' Unfaithfully Yours, a movie that is a favorite of mine (though I seem to be in the minority with that opinion).

But before I get to that, it's time for the Favorite Bear of the Moment.  Love those swirly "hurricane" chest hair patterns!!!

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