Given that it’s our friend KH’s 50th birthday this weekend and we (by which I mean “I”) stayed out way too late and drank way too much last night, class was acceptable this morning.
Though keeping body and soul (by which I really mean adductors, rotators, and all that jazz) together was more work than usual, everything went reasonably well, except.
We had a medium allegro with small sissones fermées, and I was so busy being afraid I didn’t have the combination that I kept not really closing them, which made them …weird.
Part of the problem was that I wasn’t sure I had started on the correct foot in the first place. I also made the mistake of going in the second group, so I became engrossed in watching the first group, and wasn’t even any kind of ready when our turn came up. Derp.
But, all things considered, things were less bad than they might have been. I at least did the assemblé en tournant the right way.
Other than that, not much to report. It was one of those decent-ish mornings: passable enough under the circumstances, and enhanced by the fact that for once I didn’t look at myself in the mirror and go, “WTF is that guy doing here?” And for once in my life I was also the tallest person in the room (by, like, a millimeter, because HD is about as tall as I am).
Anyway, time to go buy balloons.
TL;DR: you have to put the fermée in your sissone fermée, or it won’t work very well