Pas de Basque? Pas de Problème!

Today I made it all the way through Brienne’s class, though I was having a bad day in terms of remembering the choreography.

I definitely felt the classes I’ve missed — legs be all, “Développé above 90? Ha! As if!” I also couldn’t do more than two reps of the lift-your-leg-off-the-barre thing. Bleh. So back to working on strength and flexibility at home. Feh.

(OTOH, splits are back on both sides.)

Tomorrow I’ll have to make sure to do some moving around before I sit on a bus for six hours. Otherwise, I won’t be able to walk, come Friday.

I intend to try the Joffrey’s Friday afternoon Keep Fit Ballet class (since I won’t be able to make the normal ballet class on Friday evening), so being able to use my legs is a good plan.

We did pas saut de Basque (Edit: why did I write “pas?” Ceci n’est pas un pas! Further edit: I’m leaving the title alone, though.) today, which was fun. For whatever reason, I was too thinky at first and hosed it up on the first run; second time through I got it down.

I’ve historically thought of it as “tour en l’air at passé,” but it actually works better to think of it as more like “tour jeté coming to/through passé.” You brush the first leg through and bring the second leg to passé as you turn.

I’m going to keep this short, as I’m still out running errands (You guys, WHY IS IT SO HARD TO FIND COOL SHOE LACES?  The Internet is crammed to the gills with them; meanwhile, no shop I’ve entered today had any!).

I plan to post Chapter 2 of Strangers later on, though it might not happen — I have a billion travel-prep things to do when I get home.

That’s it for now. Leather side down, &c.

About asher

Me in a nutshell: Standard uptight ballet boy. Trapeze junkie. Half-baked choreographer. Budding researcher. Transit cyclist. Terrible homemaker. Getting along pretty well with bipolar disorder. 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 2015/11/04, in balllet, class notes. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. the Joffrey’s Keep Fit Ballet class

    You train by having fits in Joffrey’s Keep?

    I used a few of the lines from Strangers in the Land on Aimee today. They cracked her up and prompted a few anecdotes about Nazi instructors she’s known.

    Ah, if only she wasn’t married … to a friend of mine … and 20 years younger than me …

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