MOOP!

One year ago today, it was 2008, and I went to my first ever real regency dance event.

(I use the qualifier real since I think I had been to at least one event before, at a con or something. Also, I mean, I had been doing SCD for a whole two months at that point. I totally knew how to do Regency.)

It was...exciting, and scary, and I spent an obscene amount of time beforehand stressing out about clothes, because I do that a lot in this hobby. But I pretty much had fun, and did not do too terribly, and got to have my hair done up (which is actually the second most boring thing in the world, after having skirts hemmed) which at least looked nice, and yeah.

The real reason I mention this (rather than going into (more) detail on the four years ago today thing mentioned in smalltext at the bottom of this post) is because Sunday, I went to the same event.

Which was exciting, and really not scary at all (except when my mind froze on the whole "hey, if you are being a guy, you have to do something impressive and dancey in the middle of the set with everyone staring at you" and I promptly forgot every dance thing I have ever learned ever. Yeah, that sucked hard.)

Oh, and I spent an obscene amount of time beforehand stressing out about clothes. I probably should've just said "fuck period" and gone in my tailcoat and black pants or something, because, I mean, I pretty much danced exclusively the guys part anyways. And yes, Gabriel, I remembered a bra. :P

(Er, my Gabe, what lives in my head, not Gabeity-Gabe, who lives in...Louisiana? Down south somewhere.)

ANDYES!

Ignoring the freezing up at people staring hardcore at me, I am pretty damn rad at Regency, if I do say so myself. I can do the steps pretty well, and between last weeks going to NYC to class, and this weeks tea dance, I actually have the proper...um...thingummy that you do at the end of skipchanges to look all elegant and stop moving. (I can say it, but if I try to spell it, every French speaker I know will spontaneously catch on fire in pure annoyance. Stupid French.)

And the figures? Shit man, they're just figures. Figures are largely really really easy. The few that aren't are generally either pousettes (which I tend to hate, because I'm awful at them) or really really really fun and just need some practise before I can do them. (See: Australian Ladies, which is zohmgods the best dance ever besides maybe 1314.)

ANDYES! [/Sorcy being a dancedork]

~Sor
MOOP!

(((Also, four years ago today it was 2005, and my least favourite line was used on me for the first time -- "Am I hurting you?"

Just...yes. If you have to ask that, if you have to apologize for messing with my emotions, if you have to worry that you are hurting me, you very probably are. I'm sorry. And it hurts a lot more knowing that you're a Good and Decent human being who cares about me, even (especially?) if you don't Care about me. If you're going to hurt me, don't be sweet about it. Make me hate you, so I can shrug the pain off.

And yet, I still don't think that will stop the occasional use of this phrase. That's okay, really, I appreciate that you lot care about me. But jesus, is that line a slap in the face sometimes.)))