Ballet Squid Chronicles: Friday Morning Intermediate Class

So I’m off to try the Friday morning intermediate class.  Tawnee is teaching, so I will probably forget how to dance.  Why must I have a Tawnee-specific mental block?

Scratch that.   I am wearing my favorite tights, which will endure, and as result I will to be so brilliant and amazing that LB will offer me a corps job*.

If I survive, I shall dutifully report back after.

In other news, I mostly survived my conditioning workout video!  I wrote a brief review, which I will post as soon as a convergence of “having my laptop handy” and “remembering” occurs.

*I wish!

About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Neuro-atypical. Fabulous. Married to a very patient man. Bachelor of Science in Psychology (2015). Proto-foodie, but lazy about it. Cat owner ... or, should I say, cat own-ee? ... dog lover. Equestrian.

Posted on 2014/10/03, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. The Lite Rider

    Ha, ha. I could relate! In my skating days I had an ice dance instructor for a brief time (sadly he succumbed to a drug problem and no longer taught anywhere) who gave me nerves like no other. In fact, as soon as I saw him enter the lobby I sat up straighter. Always felt like I had never skated a day in my life when lessoning with him! But he was a great instructor.

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