Back home, after a lovely trip. Acquired what I think is a sinus infection while I was away. This, combined with my horrible habit of forgetting when I'm excited, means that I have practically no voice right now.
Also acquired significant blistering on both little toes (one has lost all the skin, the other hasn't shredded yet), and lost half a stone (a touch over 3kg - last night when I got home I was a touch under 8 stone (111.5 lb or 50.5kg), which explains why my dance pants were a little baggy yesterday on the plane). Routine went fabulously, I had many compliments, I pulled off ganchos (a tango-styling thing) in a lady play, and did I mention the compliments? I'm very happy, the teaching people who were there over the weekend (people I respect like whoa) complimented things like my balance and responsiveness to lead, the important stuff - and the former is something I've just not ever had much of, traditionally. My inner ears had to sensitise before they could desensitise to the spins. Everyone complimented the timing, and the routine itself. We put me and Baby Giant front and centre because the other two couples were more even in height and height difference (I'm the shortest of us all, and Baby Giant is the tallest and largest). Also, I'm the only redhead (well, at the moment I am) in a sea of dark blonde and medium to light brown hair (although I think one of the gentlemen is currently brunet).
Am thinking vaguely of never flying again. The plane back was delayed by an hour. Wasn't cancelled this time, though, which was good.
Still buzzing, although not as much as previous years, for which I blame the sinuses. There may or may not be video, but there will certainly be photos at some point. Including one of me pointing directly at the video camera next to the camera taking the photo (pose position involved pointing at the audience) :D
Also acquired significant blistering on both little toes (one has lost all the skin, the other hasn't shredded yet), and lost half a stone (a touch over 3kg - last night when I got home I was a touch under 8 stone (111.5 lb or 50.5kg), which explains why my dance pants were a little baggy yesterday on the plane). Routine went fabulously, I had many compliments, I pulled off ganchos (a tango-styling thing) in a lady play, and did I mention the compliments? I'm very happy, the teaching people who were there over the weekend (people I respect like whoa) complimented things like my balance and responsiveness to lead, the important stuff - and the former is something I've just not ever had much of, traditionally. My inner ears had to sensitise before they could desensitise to the spins. Everyone complimented the timing, and the routine itself. We put me and Baby Giant front and centre because the other two couples were more even in height and height difference (I'm the shortest of us all, and Baby Giant is the tallest and largest). Also, I'm the only redhead (well, at the moment I am) in a sea of dark blonde and medium to light brown hair (although I think one of the gentlemen is currently brunet).
Am thinking vaguely of never flying again. The plane back was delayed by an hour. Wasn't cancelled this time, though, which was good.
Still buzzing, although not as much as previous years, for which I blame the sinuses. There may or may not be video, but there will certainly be photos at some point. Including one of me pointing directly at the video camera next to the camera taking the photo (pose position involved pointing at the audience) :D
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I pulled off ganchos (a tango-styling thing) in a lady play...
I assume you were the hooker then...
Sorry, couldn't resist.
On a more serious note, how did you cope with the collection (given you difference in sizes). Or was your partner static. [This is where the legs pass. If it isn't done above the knee, then the technical term I believe is a collision and entanglement.]
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Ah good. I expected that was the case, and that you hadn't found a miracle cure (or at least a clever trick).
It's one of the reasons my tolerance for height in tango partners is so low (well, I've yet to encounter someone that could tango that was near my height; most have been faaaar shorter). That, and lack of practice with different partners. <grin> [Actually, make that lack of practice generally. <grin>] And length of limb is important when both are moving around each other.
Still, I wish people did Finnish Tango around here (my favourite variant). Far more laconic and soulful. Sadly it's all Argentinian or Competition (British and American). Although Argentinian isn't too bad with the right partner (one that you have chemistry with).
Oh well. Glad you had fun anyway.