FW: Dancesport

I love Dancesport. It happened last weekend. This is the second year I've gone to it...4th semester. Despite this, I've never actually seen the professionals dance. It just gets too crowded in the Wilk, and the Marriot Center is a very long way to walk for a show. So I get my kicks from watching the amateur championship. That's more fun anyways because sometimes I recognize people as being my teacher or TA in another class. And the costumes! I LOVE what people wear to dance in. The girls always have these sparkling dresses that you could never wear anywhere but a dance floor, and the guys wear those lovely latin pants that would look strange anywhere but a dance floor. There's such great energy...dance is probably one of the few sports that I'll watch. It makes me so envious...

I also danced at dancesport. That wasn't as fun. I didn't like my partner at all, and he didn't really know the steps. And he looks awful when he dances. I don't look that good either, but....yeah. So I watched this movie about dancing with Richard Gere in it? And he goes to a dance class, and that first day with the guys? The way they dance? Yeah, that's about my partner's ability. And we practiced too! A lot! Outside of class!

...however, I feel guilty trying to hoist all the blame on him because it really isn't all his fault. I'm not the best dancer either and I don't tend to act like I'm having fun if I'm not having fun. As I said in an earlier blog post, I'm only a mediocre dancer.

Oh well, we got cut the first round, which was embarrassing, though not surprising. But, putting that aside, it was a lot of fun watching those more talented than I.