Ballet Squid Chronicles: Weaksauce

So I did class tonight, and I kind of sucked.

That is, I had all kinds of flexibility — full split both ways (like, “Boom!   I’m on the floor!  Whaaaaat?”) ; insane cambre action (I’m all, “I can see me arse from here!”  Okay, not quite, but close enough) — and my core was pretty solid, but everything else was a mess.

I’m all, “Turnout?  Wot?” “Oh, weight transfer, not: wait, transfer…”


You know, except she’s a nice ballet teacher, so it wasn’t that harsh.

Well, I should say that everything was terrible except my allegro, both petit et grand.  My glissade be all snapsnap.

Also, I sound like an idiot because I’m really tired.

Anyway, I felt generally pudgy and schlubby and out of shape, but at least I felt like a pudgy, schlubby, out of shape dancer.  So there’s that.

I’ve had enough time off.  Back to Being A Dancer.

That’s it for now.

G’night, everybody.

PS : The Unitard Hides NOTHING. …Nothing, y’all.

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 2015/01/21, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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