On Ballet! — Saturday Class Notes After Dancing All* Night
Last night we went to Play Dance Bar.
I might have had three cosmos (holy crap, they mix them strong!) and I might have broken out some ballet stuff on the dance floor. Evidently I had an audience for a while, but I didn’t notice (Denis mentioned it to me afterwards). When I go out dancing, I go to dance, and I generally dance alone. Sometimes I dance with Denis. Mostly, I just go to be absorbed into the music and let my body run free.
I might also have taken off my boots (they’re cute, but holy moly, do they ever stick to the floor!) and danced in my socks. Shhh, don’t tell.
We got home at 3 AM following a wee-hours breakfast with the Fabulous Miss Kelly and slept for 5.5ish hours before getting up for ballet class. I was quite proud of Denis for peeling his bacon outta bed to go dance some more after I dragged him out** to dance and kept him up way past what he calls “old man bedtime” last night. Nonetheless, I felt surprisingly great in class (though I did chug a cup of coffee with caffeine and everything, just to be safe). Class went quite well, with four of us plus our lovely teacher representin’ in Studio 5. Everyone seemed to be peppy this morning, too, which was pretty nice.
- Holy Arabesque, Batman!
My arabesques looked fiiiiiiine today. w00t. Got a couple corrections, applied them, and got a nice compliment from our teacher this time. Heck yeah!
- Grand Battement
The leg bit looks great, though when we do them a la sèconde, I kind of can’t help but go OMFG my thighs are HUGE. Not in a bad way, really: they are cyclist thighs. German track racer thighs (though starting to look slimmer and more dancer-y now). I look at them and, like Denis, I see POWER.
That’s kind of cool actually.
The arms are still confused sometimes. Ah, well.
- Saute Arabesque
I admit it, I felt like a freaking dancer, y’all.
Hecks to the yeah.
Brothers and sisters of the Innertubes, when I get confused during Revérènce, I get really confused. I have no earthly idea what I was doing.
Once upon a time I was good at these. Now? Not so very much.
Admittedly, my shoes sort of peeling off didn’t help. I think they are a hair on the large side. That said, I can haz duck feet, which makes me hard to fit. And also I am used to Euro sizes (cyclist!), so I am not really sure what size I wear in ‘Mercan. I think I am going to see about going to get a fitting.
That said, my shoes cannot be blamed for the fact that I kept sort of failing to finish my pirouettes. I would get, like, halfway around, and then just sort of laze my way out.
- And, of course, Freaking Chaînés.
True story: last night, at the club, while DRUNK OFF MY ***, I could do chaînés.
I have begun to suspect that the problem is that I’m thinking too much.
My in-class chaînés were better than the last couple of times by a long shot, though.
I feel like I’m making improvements. This is reassuring. I continue to feel like the old muscle memory is waking up and like my body is getting itself together again. Also, not having my hair in my eyes all the bleeding time does help, though I think I liked the Ballet Prince haircut I had going on before, so I might let it grow back out. OTOH, my neck being nice and cool during class doesn’t hurt.
I think this week I’m going to start a little once-a-week series covering some basic ballet stuff. Denis will appreciate that. We also found a basic ballet video that sounds promising, so I’ll probably run up a review with him, since my experience as a returning student will be very different than his as a true n00b who’s still learning the ropes.
That’s it for now.
Keep the leather side down!
*Okay, so not exactly “all” night. I probably only danced for 1 hour and 45 minutes total, but all night sounds better ^-^
**Actually, he suggested going out. o.O