I can’t get back to consistent writing because the thoughts occupying my mind have been all about love, heartbreak, etc. Actually let me rephrase that. I can’t get back to blogging. Because I’ve been writing consistently – every day there is a page or even two created that helps me sort through feelings and emotions. Through confusion and clarity. Through guilty happiness and liberating heartbreak. Through letting go and getting attached. But the contents of those pages just aren’t for everyone to see – I wish they were. Maybe one day they will. When all the events will pass and nobody will care anymore about those feelings and emotions. Or at least when I won’t care if people find out. I’m sure we’ve all been there… So hang in there my wonderful faithful blog-reading Salseras and Salseros patiently awaiting another post – I’m sure I’ll soon come up with an entertaining topic and relate all the hilarious details of it to the world.
(Please keep in mind that the dramatic elements added to this paragraph are solely for literary enhancement and I am not actually THAT heartbroken or in love. :)
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Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, December 4, 2009
Salsa and Soccer
So the answer to a question posed to me on several occasions now, that I couldn't quite procure before, came to me suddenly today while I was browsing some Salsa videos on google. The question was "Why don't you like it when guys use their feet/legs to lead a girl into a move?" Many a time while sharing the most miscellaneous thoughts about leads with leads I had to bring up this dislike. But I could never really figure out a reason why. Well today it came screaming at me loud and clear!
One of the comments under a Salsa video with lots of foot leading read "The guy was playing soccer wit her!" Which is exactly how some of us girls feel when we are "lead" in such a way!!! We feel like a soccer ball. And it's not a good feeling. A soccer ball is kicked, passed around, and rolled on the ground. No girl EVER wants to feel like that! Granted my opinion might change as I learn how to do more advanced moves or simply get used to the idea that it's appropriate to lead this way on the floor. But for now, I would like to never be lead like this, and the answer to WHY i feel this way feels extremely good to finally find!
One of the comments under a Salsa video with lots of foot leading read "The guy was playing soccer wit her!" Which is exactly how some of us girls feel when we are "lead" in such a way!!! We feel like a soccer ball. And it's not a good feeling. A soccer ball is kicked, passed around, and rolled on the ground. No girl EVER wants to feel like that! Granted my opinion might change as I learn how to do more advanced moves or simply get used to the idea that it's appropriate to lead this way on the floor. But for now, I would like to never be lead like this, and the answer to WHY i feel this way feels extremely good to finally find!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
How Salsa Sucks You In
It seems that as soon as I made a Facebook page for my blog some sort of a commitment became required from me. This instantly shut off any natural desires to write that might have been harbored by my freedom-loving self. So now I face a dilemma: discontinue the page and thus eliminate any possibility of spreading the word about this blog other than word-of-mouth? Or keep the page and figure out a way to deal with this paralyzing fear? The first solution seems easy enough... but the second one would be way more beneficial for the long-term.
Now about the topic. In a few moments that I could steal all to myself in the past couple days it suddenly hit me that my promise to be objective when starting this blog has miserably failed. Objectivity is too far beyond my reach at this point to even try and get back to it. I now have a pretty complete set of favorites in the Seattle Salsa Scene -- from DJ's, to songs, to nights out to dance, to performance groups, to leads to dance with. But that list of opinions is just that: opinion. Because although I've lost my objectivity, I have not yet gained expert knowledge about Salsa to be able to suggest that others agree with what I think.
The question is, how the heck did this happen? How did I turn from being an objective outsider to being an opinionated insider in the matter of just a few months? (Or should I say from a nice follow to a snob (and back)). And how can people who don't wish to find themselves in my shoes protect themselves from this happening? Below, I've outlined several stages of this evolution. BEWARE. And have a laugh about it too.
1. Oblivious Unawareness
If you are like me, you weren't invited to dance Salsa. Rather, one of your acquaintances ranted and raved about the experience until you gave in to the powers of curiosity and signed up for lessons to check it out yourself. During lessons you tried your best to memorize everyone's name, learn the steps, and be nice and courteous.
2. Excitement of Discovery
At the beginning of your second class series you finally worked up the courage to go to Halo to "practice" with one of your newly developed acquaintances from class. He/she decided to leave after a few songs but it didn't matter, because you soon discovered that making eye contact and smiling at a person has an 100% success rate of scoring a dance with them. You couldn't believe that real dancers were asking you to dance/agreeing to dance with you, timidly let them know that you just started, and smiled every time a turn actually worked.
3. Happy Oblivion
After a while you progressed to memorizing just the names of interesting leads in your class, as well as coming to Thursday night dances at Century Ballroom. At first you could only stay for a couple hours at a time because your entire body, not used to this amount of activity, hurt the next day, as if from learning how to snowboard. You could not feel your feet (which did not stop you from wishing there was a place where you could dance every night of the week. You were not yet aware that there WERE places like that.) But the more exciting part of dancing for you was the realization that a bunch of very diverse people are doing the same thing in one place and getting along marvelously with each other. Everyone was friendly and respectful. Finally you've found a social circle with no drama!
4. Intermediate Disappointment
You've whirled through your Salsa 1's and 2's and have started the six month long series of Salsa 3. Suddenly an awareness dawned on you that you are not as great a dancer as you thought yourself to be when you first started. You learned that a spin doesn't just happen -- it's actually preceded by a prep. You realized that if you try to put that hand up just any random way that's comfortable for you, you'll end up smacking the lead in the face. You stopped memorizing any names in your class, and dreaded dancing with the leads who clearly needed to repeat Salsa 1. You also began to hear stories from familiar leads about there supposedly being a lot of drama in the salsa scene. But you didn't believe them.
5. Commitment Token
After completing one of the classes from Salsa 3 series you decided that Salsa IS something you will stick with for a while (based on the overwhelming pull you felt towards Century and Halo every Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.) To make it official you decided to finally invest in your very first and special pair of dance shoes. If a follow, this was preceded by a long observation of fellow follows feet, hours of fruitless trying on of pairs at local shops and finally narrowing down to and possessing the exact style, color and fit that you wanted. The first couple months of ownership were accompanied by a significant unplanned expense: band-aids. Now that you had shoes that were actually made for dancing you found yourself staying until the very end of an event one day, and to your amazement discovered that a small group of people you were somewhat familiar with stayed as well, and either kept dancing or went out to eat after the event. Not quite being in on it yet though you skipped the polite invitation to join.
6. Wishful Dancing
After watching several birthday dances and performances you have identified people that you wished you could dance like/with. Part of your time on the dance floor was now spent observing them and dreaming about how one day they would say hello to you and maybe even ask you for a dance. You have now realized that you officially suck at dancing and started taking all classes available to improve. The rumors you heard about there being a lot of drama in the scene started seeming more probable now, but you happily assured all who told you about them that you will NEVER have anything to do with any of it.
7. Social Discovery
Perhaps by chance. Perhaps by getting to know certain people more. Perhaps by a force of fate that will get everyone sooner or later, you got discovered by one of the many socialites of the scene. That socialite and you connected on facebook and they introduced you to all their closest friends in the ballroom. Suddenly you saw your friends list go from 27 to 270 in a matter of a week and your bedtime from 6pm to 6am. Work started becoming second priority. You now happily accepted all invitations to eating out and after parties.
8. Expansion of Social Comfort Zone
You got to know more and more people. And your new salsa best friend opened your eyes to the wonders of other venues to dance salsa at that you had no idea about before. To your utter amazement, some of these venues were free! Why people didn't go out to dance every single night remained a mystery to you. Your friends list on face book grew from 270 to 450.
9. Social Comfort Zone
The people you've only admired from afar before have now became your friends. The leads/follows that you only dreamed of dancing with were now the comfortable ones you grabbed at any moment you wished. You've traveled for Salsa, maybe even on more than one occasion, and became tightly acquainted with the map of who belongs to which studio and performance team. You enjoyed knowing a lot of people and got along great with everyone. The dance shoes were now worn in enough to wear without the band-aids, but the money you saved immediately went towards cover for attending the multitude of events in abundance available via facebook invitations every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
10. The Drama
As you got closer and closer to certain people you began to realize that the rumors you've heard about there being a lot of drama in the salsa scene were, in fact, true. Heart-to-heart conversations with now close friends revealed beef that went back decades and a variety of ghost characters that were nevertheless on everyone's mind. Too late to fix anything, it dawned on you that a lot of that drama involves conflict between two or more people that you are very close with. Thus, your determination to stay out of it didn't seem to be enough to truly stay out and you were suddenly smack in the middle of it all. You also found yourself not wanting to dance with half the room because you've danced with the best -- a disgusting habit you used to judge in others but now reluctantly admitted to having yourself.
11. The Resolve to Stay Away
Tired, in danger of losing your job because of long nights out, devoid of any social contact other than with the people from salsa, and determined to stay away from the drama draining you emotionally, you decided to back off and stop going out so much. This was immediately followed by a wave of peer pressure to go out, which felt good, but overwhelming. You didn't give in, and limited your going out to social events that couldn't be missed, such as performances and birthdays of your friends. You started missing Halo and Century and the times when salsa was nothing but a dance in which everyone was nice and respectful and where there was no drama... You got invited into Salsa 4.
12. The Come Back
Now balanced in your work life, salsa life, and life outside of salsa, you settled into a happy existence with Salsa being just one of the many parts of your life instead of it being your life. You are still close, but not co-dependent on your friends from the scene. You go out enough to keep up the skill but not enough to get sucked in again. Your job became much more pleasant because you now get to participate in a marvelous activity called "sleep." As part of your settled life one day you decided to visit the good old "Halo." It worked. The friendliness and laid-back atmosphere of the place made you wonder why the heck you didn't come back faster. You smiled and accepted every lead that asked because you realized that you are now the one who will make Salsa that magical place where everyone is nice and accepting and where there is no drama...
Now about the topic. In a few moments that I could steal all to myself in the past couple days it suddenly hit me that my promise to be objective when starting this blog has miserably failed. Objectivity is too far beyond my reach at this point to even try and get back to it. I now have a pretty complete set of favorites in the Seattle Salsa Scene -- from DJ's, to songs, to nights out to dance, to performance groups, to leads to dance with. But that list of opinions is just that: opinion. Because although I've lost my objectivity, I have not yet gained expert knowledge about Salsa to be able to suggest that others agree with what I think.
The question is, how the heck did this happen? How did I turn from being an objective outsider to being an opinionated insider in the matter of just a few months? (Or should I say from a nice follow to a snob (and back)). And how can people who don't wish to find themselves in my shoes protect themselves from this happening? Below, I've outlined several stages of this evolution. BEWARE. And have a laugh about it too.
1. Oblivious Unawareness
If you are like me, you weren't invited to dance Salsa. Rather, one of your acquaintances ranted and raved about the experience until you gave in to the powers of curiosity and signed up for lessons to check it out yourself. During lessons you tried your best to memorize everyone's name, learn the steps, and be nice and courteous.
2. Excitement of Discovery
At the beginning of your second class series you finally worked up the courage to go to Halo to "practice" with one of your newly developed acquaintances from class. He/she decided to leave after a few songs but it didn't matter, because you soon discovered that making eye contact and smiling at a person has an 100% success rate of scoring a dance with them. You couldn't believe that real dancers were asking you to dance/agreeing to dance with you, timidly let them know that you just started, and smiled every time a turn actually worked.
3. Happy Oblivion
After a while you progressed to memorizing just the names of interesting leads in your class, as well as coming to Thursday night dances at Century Ballroom. At first you could only stay for a couple hours at a time because your entire body, not used to this amount of activity, hurt the next day, as if from learning how to snowboard. You could not feel your feet (which did not stop you from wishing there was a place where you could dance every night of the week. You were not yet aware that there WERE places like that.) But the more exciting part of dancing for you was the realization that a bunch of very diverse people are doing the same thing in one place and getting along marvelously with each other. Everyone was friendly and respectful. Finally you've found a social circle with no drama!
4. Intermediate Disappointment
You've whirled through your Salsa 1's and 2's and have started the six month long series of Salsa 3. Suddenly an awareness dawned on you that you are not as great a dancer as you thought yourself to be when you first started. You learned that a spin doesn't just happen -- it's actually preceded by a prep. You realized that if you try to put that hand up just any random way that's comfortable for you, you'll end up smacking the lead in the face. You stopped memorizing any names in your class, and dreaded dancing with the leads who clearly needed to repeat Salsa 1. You also began to hear stories from familiar leads about there supposedly being a lot of drama in the salsa scene. But you didn't believe them.
5. Commitment Token
After completing one of the classes from Salsa 3 series you decided that Salsa IS something you will stick with for a while (based on the overwhelming pull you felt towards Century and Halo every Monday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.) To make it official you decided to finally invest in your very first and special pair of dance shoes. If a follow, this was preceded by a long observation of fellow follows feet, hours of fruitless trying on of pairs at local shops and finally narrowing down to and possessing the exact style, color and fit that you wanted. The first couple months of ownership were accompanied by a significant unplanned expense: band-aids. Now that you had shoes that were actually made for dancing you found yourself staying until the very end of an event one day, and to your amazement discovered that a small group of people you were somewhat familiar with stayed as well, and either kept dancing or went out to eat after the event. Not quite being in on it yet though you skipped the polite invitation to join.
6. Wishful Dancing
After watching several birthday dances and performances you have identified people that you wished you could dance like/with. Part of your time on the dance floor was now spent observing them and dreaming about how one day they would say hello to you and maybe even ask you for a dance. You have now realized that you officially suck at dancing and started taking all classes available to improve. The rumors you heard about there being a lot of drama in the scene started seeming more probable now, but you happily assured all who told you about them that you will NEVER have anything to do with any of it.
7. Social Discovery
Perhaps by chance. Perhaps by getting to know certain people more. Perhaps by a force of fate that will get everyone sooner or later, you got discovered by one of the many socialites of the scene. That socialite and you connected on facebook and they introduced you to all their closest friends in the ballroom. Suddenly you saw your friends list go from 27 to 270 in a matter of a week and your bedtime from 6pm to 6am. Work started becoming second priority. You now happily accepted all invitations to eating out and after parties.
8. Expansion of Social Comfort Zone
You got to know more and more people. And your new salsa best friend opened your eyes to the wonders of other venues to dance salsa at that you had no idea about before. To your utter amazement, some of these venues were free! Why people didn't go out to dance every single night remained a mystery to you. Your friends list on face book grew from 270 to 450.
9. Social Comfort Zone
The people you've only admired from afar before have now became your friends. The leads/follows that you only dreamed of dancing with were now the comfortable ones you grabbed at any moment you wished. You've traveled for Salsa, maybe even on more than one occasion, and became tightly acquainted with the map of who belongs to which studio and performance team. You enjoyed knowing a lot of people and got along great with everyone. The dance shoes were now worn in enough to wear without the band-aids, but the money you saved immediately went towards cover for attending the multitude of events in abundance available via facebook invitations every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
10. The Drama
As you got closer and closer to certain people you began to realize that the rumors you've heard about there being a lot of drama in the salsa scene were, in fact, true. Heart-to-heart conversations with now close friends revealed beef that went back decades and a variety of ghost characters that were nevertheless on everyone's mind. Too late to fix anything, it dawned on you that a lot of that drama involves conflict between two or more people that you are very close with. Thus, your determination to stay out of it didn't seem to be enough to truly stay out and you were suddenly smack in the middle of it all. You also found yourself not wanting to dance with half the room because you've danced with the best -- a disgusting habit you used to judge in others but now reluctantly admitted to having yourself.
11. The Resolve to Stay Away
Tired, in danger of losing your job because of long nights out, devoid of any social contact other than with the people from salsa, and determined to stay away from the drama draining you emotionally, you decided to back off and stop going out so much. This was immediately followed by a wave of peer pressure to go out, which felt good, but overwhelming. You didn't give in, and limited your going out to social events that couldn't be missed, such as performances and birthdays of your friends. You started missing Halo and Century and the times when salsa was nothing but a dance in which everyone was nice and respectful and where there was no drama... You got invited into Salsa 4.
12. The Come Back
Now balanced in your work life, salsa life, and life outside of salsa, you settled into a happy existence with Salsa being just one of the many parts of your life instead of it being your life. You are still close, but not co-dependent on your friends from the scene. You go out enough to keep up the skill but not enough to get sucked in again. Your job became much more pleasant because you now get to participate in a marvelous activity called "sleep." As part of your settled life one day you decided to visit the good old "Halo." It worked. The friendliness and laid-back atmosphere of the place made you wonder why the heck you didn't come back faster. You smiled and accepted every lead that asked because you realized that you are now the one who will make Salsa that magical place where everyone is nice and accepting and where there is no drama...
Monday, October 5, 2009
Things That Make Follows Cry
One week of 5 hours of sleep/night + one day of 4 hours of sleep + 22 hours up + 2 bad dances = DISASTER. This I learned when a recent incident on the floor made me storm out of Century in tears, scaring the heck out of all my friends and making one very considerate lead (thank you!) run after me worried that I will hurt myself driving in that condition. (Note to all: I calm down within seconds of a tantrum and never really lose the clarity of mind, no matter how much it appears not to be so.) I blame lack of sleep, of course, but my behavior made me quite embarrassed the next day. Until a heart-to-heart with some more follows revealed that I am not the first person to shed a few because of something seemingly insignificant. So what kinds of things make showers of salty water come out of our eyes? Here are a few examples, starting with my own:
During a wonderful night spent twirling around with guys who are "professional social dancers," (coined by: Andre) nothing foretold the unthinkable. One of the so many time mentioned creeps found me one dance before last. Why did I say "yes?" Because I feel bad. The man was kind enough to dance with me when I was a beginner. And I am suspecting that his creepiness doesn't come out of perversion, but rather out of severe lack of social skill and self-confidence. That, however, doesn't make dancing with him any more pleasant. So after enduring the awkwardness for an entire song, I was looking forward to completing the night with a good last dance. But it was not to be.
My venting to a friend apparently took a little longer than it should have, because the next thing I knew, all the wonderful familiar leads were partnered up with equally wonderful familiar follows, which left me sitting on stage, wallowing in the thought that my last dance of the night was with the aforementioned creepster. Of course my isolation, unprotected by any friendly bodies to serve as a barrier between me and disaster (as I already mentioned, they were all on the floor by then), immediately attracted more predators. My state of mind, of course, welcomed a chance to remedy the previous shock, so I took a bargain, and accepted a dance from a decent-looking lead that I've never seen before, hoping that the last song wouldn't be as disastrous as the one before. But once again, it was not to be.
Unfortunately, out on the floor, decent looks do nothing for a man that doesn't know how to count till 8. Even worse is a man who THINKS he knows how to count. And I'm not trying to be rude here. It's just that if a lead switches the beat once in a while we can catch on. If he switches consistently we don't really know what to do, because we are not mind-readers. We've been taught that our only job in a dance is to move our feet in the rhythm of quick-quick-slow, and wait for directions about where exactly to move them. If you take the quick-quick-slow from us, there's pretty much nothing left. This guy took it all. Not only was I unable to pick up ANY rhythmical pattern in his dance, but he was also not considerate enough to look around. Thus, I was embarrassingly thrown into a happy couple dancing behind us. Three times. Even more mortifying was the fact that they actually moved from their signature spot (unthinkable!) to avoid any further trauma from happening. Additionally, I was stepped on, bruised with thumbs of iron clinging to my wrists with a force of a bulldozer, and twisted in unthinkable ways not found in any recorded moves of the dance of salsa.
One of my girls had a similar situation when she first started dancing in Seattle. Apparently, a creep not found on the floor any longer (and I hope he is banned from Salsa for life!) proceeded to lick her in the ear during a dance. F.Y.I.: in case you've ever been tempted to do so, it's considered inappropriate behavior on the floor. In her own words of what she did after: "I probably went somewhere to cry." Another follow had a breakdown when after a night of unfortunate events a lead who agreed to dance the "next song" with her magically ended up on the floor with other follows for the rest of the night. The stories are probably endless, and my examples too few... But at least I know that I'm not a complete idiot for overreacting to some things after a week of no sleep.
Now, what can be done to make sure that no follow ever leaves the dance floor unhappy or with tears in her eyes? Nothing. Hehe. Unfortunately a teary explosion doesn't really depend on leads, (or follows for that matter). It depends on her emotional state of mind at that moment and just how much she can take with a laugh. But a few important steps from both sides can help tremendously! Follows: eat your food and get your sleep. A balanced state of mind will prevent you from getting emotional in situations outside your control. Leads: Learn how to count. And if you happen to notice that your friend follow just had a horrible dance/rejection, seriously consider rescuing her for the next song. Make sure she NEVER ends up alone on stage! Friends: Watch out for each other. It's easy to get carried away in the rush of a good night. (I, myself, am guilty as charged!) But it's not worth it if a friend is in tears at the end of it.
Once again, I'd like to thank all my wonderful friends who called, left messages, and ran after me that night. Moreover, I'd like to recognize those who consistently protect me from being invited for a "dance of a lifetime:" Carlette, Julia, Anna, Alex, and Joshua -- thanks for being so perceptive and caring!
During a wonderful night spent twirling around with guys who are "professional social dancers," (coined by: Andre) nothing foretold the unthinkable. One of the so many time mentioned creeps found me one dance before last. Why did I say "yes?" Because I feel bad. The man was kind enough to dance with me when I was a beginner. And I am suspecting that his creepiness doesn't come out of perversion, but rather out of severe lack of social skill and self-confidence. That, however, doesn't make dancing with him any more pleasant. So after enduring the awkwardness for an entire song, I was looking forward to completing the night with a good last dance. But it was not to be.
My venting to a friend apparently took a little longer than it should have, because the next thing I knew, all the wonderful familiar leads were partnered up with equally wonderful familiar follows, which left me sitting on stage, wallowing in the thought that my last dance of the night was with the aforementioned creepster. Of course my isolation, unprotected by any friendly bodies to serve as a barrier between me and disaster (as I already mentioned, they were all on the floor by then), immediately attracted more predators. My state of mind, of course, welcomed a chance to remedy the previous shock, so I took a bargain, and accepted a dance from a decent-looking lead that I've never seen before, hoping that the last song wouldn't be as disastrous as the one before. But once again, it was not to be.
Unfortunately, out on the floor, decent looks do nothing for a man that doesn't know how to count till 8. Even worse is a man who THINKS he knows how to count. And I'm not trying to be rude here. It's just that if a lead switches the beat once in a while we can catch on. If he switches consistently we don't really know what to do, because we are not mind-readers. We've been taught that our only job in a dance is to move our feet in the rhythm of quick-quick-slow, and wait for directions about where exactly to move them. If you take the quick-quick-slow from us, there's pretty much nothing left. This guy took it all. Not only was I unable to pick up ANY rhythmical pattern in his dance, but he was also not considerate enough to look around. Thus, I was embarrassingly thrown into a happy couple dancing behind us. Three times. Even more mortifying was the fact that they actually moved from their signature spot (unthinkable!) to avoid any further trauma from happening. Additionally, I was stepped on, bruised with thumbs of iron clinging to my wrists with a force of a bulldozer, and twisted in unthinkable ways not found in any recorded moves of the dance of salsa.
One of my girls had a similar situation when she first started dancing in Seattle. Apparently, a creep not found on the floor any longer (and I hope he is banned from Salsa for life!) proceeded to lick her in the ear during a dance. F.Y.I.: in case you've ever been tempted to do so, it's considered inappropriate behavior on the floor. In her own words of what she did after: "I probably went somewhere to cry." Another follow had a breakdown when after a night of unfortunate events a lead who agreed to dance the "next song" with her magically ended up on the floor with other follows for the rest of the night. The stories are probably endless, and my examples too few... But at least I know that I'm not a complete idiot for overreacting to some things after a week of no sleep.
Now, what can be done to make sure that no follow ever leaves the dance floor unhappy or with tears in her eyes? Nothing. Hehe. Unfortunately a teary explosion doesn't really depend on leads, (or follows for that matter). It depends on her emotional state of mind at that moment and just how much she can take with a laugh. But a few important steps from both sides can help tremendously! Follows: eat your food and get your sleep. A balanced state of mind will prevent you from getting emotional in situations outside your control. Leads: Learn how to count. And if you happen to notice that your friend follow just had a horrible dance/rejection, seriously consider rescuing her for the next song. Make sure she NEVER ends up alone on stage! Friends: Watch out for each other. It's easy to get carried away in the rush of a good night. (I, myself, am guilty as charged!) But it's not worth it if a friend is in tears at the end of it.
Once again, I'd like to thank all my wonderful friends who called, left messages, and ran after me that night. Moreover, I'd like to recognize those who consistently protect me from being invited for a "dance of a lifetime:" Carlette, Julia, Anna, Alex, and Joshua -- thanks for being so perceptive and caring!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
A Life Without Century Ballroom
It's a great day in the life of all the dancers in Seattle, because if it didn't happen some years ago, none of us would be where we are today. Although I've only been dancing for about six months, it's difficult for me to imagine a life without the magic of Century Ballroom. And Century Ballroom wouldn't have existed was it not for its owner -- Hallie. But let me try, and paint the picture for you...
You wake up in the morning, well rested from a good night of sleep. For the past several months you've had no trouble getting in 10+ hours every night. What else have you to do? You weigh 300 pounds and the weight has only been increasing since you've moved to this new town. The highlight of your week will be coffee with mom on a Saturday afternoon. Saturday night will be spent doing the same thing you've done every single night since you got here. Watching TV, eating, and browsing facebook, on which you are proud to be friends with 53 acquaintances, 52 of which you know from high school and college.
Your new, painstakingly made friend, is a barista from Starbucks that is located on the first level of your work building. She gave you her information because she regularly posts updates on facebook about her blog called "eco-friendly recycling." You love that blog. She is very knowledgeable about the subject, although sometimes you wish there was more humor and life in her writing (shameless self-promotion. hehe) You've been looking into taking dance lessons, but are afraid of making a fool of yourself. After all, the classes offered locally bring in no more than 10 people per session and are mostly geared towards professionals and children. And there aren't many around anyways. Seattle's not that big on dancing, other than maybe in dorm-rooms and privately held parties. But you are not a student anymore, and technically have no access to all the dancers and their social circles. Which leaves you nothing else but your couch, and food...
You wake up in the morning, well rested from a good night of sleep. For the past several months you've had no trouble getting in 10+ hours every night. What else have you to do? You weigh 300 pounds and the weight has only been increasing since you've moved to this new town. The highlight of your week will be coffee with mom on a Saturday afternoon. Saturday night will be spent doing the same thing you've done every single night since you got here. Watching TV, eating, and browsing facebook, on which you are proud to be friends with 53 acquaintances, 52 of which you know from high school and college.
Your new, painstakingly made friend, is a barista from Starbucks that is located on the first level of your work building. She gave you her information because she regularly posts updates on facebook about her blog called "eco-friendly recycling." You love that blog. She is very knowledgeable about the subject, although sometimes you wish there was more humor and life in her writing (shameless self-promotion. hehe) You've been looking into taking dance lessons, but are afraid of making a fool of yourself. After all, the classes offered locally bring in no more than 10 people per session and are mostly geared towards professionals and children. And there aren't many around anyways. Seattle's not that big on dancing, other than maybe in dorm-rooms and privately held parties. But you are not a student anymore, and technically have no access to all the dancers and their social circles. Which leaves you nothing else but your couch, and food...
The picture is grim and probably over-exaggerated a bit. But seriously, if there was no Century Ballroom, Seattle social dance scene would've been muuuch smaller, if existent at all. None of us would have 400 of our closest friends available to hug, listen, and take the mind off things at a moments notice. Nights would be passed painstakingly trying to think of what to do that's at least somewhat meaningful. The ones out would feel idly wasted anyways. Our friends would be all alike, and we'd have no social skills that are so helpful in other venues of life!
So Hallie, Happy Birthday, and thank you for making Century Ballroom happen. We appreciate your efforts, love the classes, and savor the dances. But most of all, we cherish the lifelong friendships made on the floor of Century, that would not have happened, if it wasn't for you.
THANK YOU!!!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Another Salsa Blog?
Believe it or not, there aren't many more out there, at least that I know of, and definitely not for the Emerald City. I was shocked to find that "Seattle Salsa" has not been taken by anyone yet. (SalsaSeattle.blogspot.com has, but I didn't find much on there...) Once I figured this out, I had no reason not to jump at the opportunity. Besides, I've been getting complaints from the people reading my personal blog that there's too much Salsa talk on there. From my Salsa friends, on the other hand, I've heard numerous requests to write more about this infectious activity.
After browsing through several dance studio and venue websites, I've been able to find three or four calendars listing Salsa venues and Events. All of them were last updated around 2007 and listed wrong prices, wrong nights, or venues that no longer exist. All of them were also naturally slightly biased towards one place or another. Since I own no venues or studios, have no part in any performance groups, and haven't developed worship-like admiration for any teachers, I can safely say that I can stay relatively objective. I know that as a hundreths attempt to do this, my arguments probably doesnt sound too convincing. But as a recent beginner in Seattle (I started dancing in February), I remember the hard time I was having finding up-to-date information on where to dance, what to wear, how to act, and whom to meet. So I'll try to make this process smoother for newcomers. And maybe add a couple laughs while I'm at it.
Happy Dancing!
After browsing through several dance studio and venue websites, I've been able to find three or four calendars listing Salsa venues and Events. All of them were last updated around 2007 and listed wrong prices, wrong nights, or venues that no longer exist. All of them were also naturally slightly biased towards one place or another. Since I own no venues or studios, have no part in any performance groups, and haven't developed worship-like admiration for any teachers, I can safely say that I can stay relatively objective. I know that as a hundreths attempt to do this, my arguments probably doesnt sound too convincing. But as a recent beginner in Seattle (I started dancing in February), I remember the hard time I was having finding up-to-date information on where to dance, what to wear, how to act, and whom to meet. So I'll try to make this process smoother for newcomers. And maybe add a couple laughs while I'm at it.
Happy Dancing!
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