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Itchy. Itchy itchy itchy. Not as itchy as last week, and the lip-blisters went down as soon as I got away from spray deodorant, so I'll add that to my list of 'explain gently and then complain bitterly until people remember' allergies. Others were remembered by random people throughout this trip, so I am very happy. I did not get mint blown in my face, nor cigarette smoke, nor chewing gum. Good people. Pat pat.
The hyperactivity which plagued me at intervals throughout the bridge trip has finally broken (yay for feeling able to dance the night through and bloody well trying to, sitting very few songs out, on a boiling hot night where the singlet I was wearing was too much outside the club, much less on the inadequately airconditioned dance floor, and singing along to every song I knew with impromptu harmony, probably startling various (interstate, and may not see again) dance partners who went to sit down at intervals), so now there is only the feedback. Still-healing feet-blisters, slightly bruised foot bones, brainfog, general lassitude, and lactic acid oboy. Not sure if the backache is unhappy kidneys again or just muscle-ache from dips done with flabby muscles. Liver definitely a little tender. Reflux nasty, has been all trip, except when I pulled an attempted all-nighter when, by rights, I should have been nauseous all the next day.
Bastard booked me a doctors' appointment for Friday stupid o'clock. He's a good boy.
Still, in better health than I usually am at the end of a bridge trip. The nasal saline, overdosing on vitamins, echinacea, mineral supplements and antihistamines appears to have paid off. Yay.
Must organise dancing lessons. Remind me about those until I do it. There's only one Ceroc place that does classes on Wednesday nights, or after, not during, work for Bastard, in Adelaide as far as I can see.
The hyperactivity which plagued me at intervals throughout the bridge trip has finally broken (yay for feeling able to dance the night through and bloody well trying to, sitting very few songs out, on a boiling hot night where the singlet I was wearing was too much outside the club, much less on the inadequately airconditioned dance floor, and singing along to every song I knew with impromptu harmony, probably startling various (interstate, and may not see again) dance partners who went to sit down at intervals), so now there is only the feedback. Still-healing feet-blisters, slightly bruised foot bones, brainfog, general lassitude, and lactic acid oboy. Not sure if the backache is unhappy kidneys again or just muscle-ache from dips done with flabby muscles. Liver definitely a little tender. Reflux nasty, has been all trip, except when I pulled an attempted all-nighter when, by rights, I should have been nauseous all the next day.
Bastard booked me a doctors' appointment for Friday stupid o'clock. He's a good boy.
Still, in better health than I usually am at the end of a bridge trip. The nasal saline, overdosing on vitamins, echinacea, mineral supplements and antihistamines appears to have paid off. Yay.
Must organise dancing lessons. Remind me about those until I do it. There's only one Ceroc place that does classes on Wednesday nights, or after, not during, work for Bastard, in Adelaide as far as I can see.
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I can't wait to try the Octopus with Bastard. That was hard with Mark, and he is much closer to my size.
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what, pray tell, is the Octopus?
Enquiring minds want to inquire...
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Starting hands Double
Start with Octopus
Description
[1] Step apart under tension. The rest is in three parts.
[2] Part one: step together, raise your left hand, take it to your right, turn 90 CW as the lady turns 90 ACW under her head. You should now be behind lady, both facing in the same direction. Let go of your right hand and both continue to turn 90 running your right hand across the lady's waist, ending up changing places (this is permitted and expected!). This is performed in one smooth operation, not stopping after 90 as indicated above.
[3] Step back under tension.
[4] Part two: step together, this time raise your right hand and turn ACW 90 as you takes it over your own head whilst lady is turning CW 90 and ends up behind you (both facing in the same direction, and same compass direction as before). Let go of your left hand as you continue to turn 90 ending up in swapped places, lady running her freed hand around your back.
[5] Step back under tension.
[6] Part three is a repeat of part one, ie step together, raise your left hand, take it to your right, turn 90 CW as the lady turns 90 ACW under her head. You should now be behind lady, both facing in the same direction. Let go of your right hand and both continue to turn 90 running your right hand across the lady's waist, ending up changing places
[7] Step back under tension.
[Note] Sometimes the Octopus is taught starting with part 2 (man turning) then part 1 then part2.
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But seriously, despite appearances the whole exercise is extremely platonic. That's often hard for non-danceurs to appreciate. One lady at a pub in town last Monday saw a friend of mine dancing quite provocatively with two different guys and leaving with a third and asked about all three as a couple... erm, no, nothing there. At least around Ceroc in Canberra, only guys have ever been the subject of stories of people who don't get the seperation between what you do on the floor and what you do off the floor - and they get the boot rapidly applied by everyone.
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I'm pretty sure that's never going to be a problem...