fun verses good dancing
Sep. 18th, 2007 10:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gshI was at Glen Echo last night, fumbling my way through some tango steps, when I decided to dance with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vvalkyri, whom I can usually dance better than average with. I did some crosses, then some oucho's (probably not spelling those correctly), then started some grapevines. I'd dome grapevines before in the context of folk dancing when I was in college (grumble, that's been 20 years now), so I could do the grapevines pretty easily. Vval and I started going in circles faster, and I suddenly realized that I had no idea of where we were in relation to the beat of the dance going on. So no matter that I was having fun doing what I was doing, what I was doing was BAD DANCING.
vvalkyri, whom I can usually dance better than average with. I did some crosses, then some oucho's (probably not spelling those correctly), then started some grapevines. I'd dome grapevines before in the context of folk dancing when I was in college (grumble, that's been 20 years now), so I could do the grapevines pretty easily. Vval and I started going in circles faster, and I suddenly realized that I had no idea of where we were in relation to the beat of the dance going on. So no matter that I was having fun doing what I was doing, what I was doing was BAD DANCING.
