Went to Montreal this past weekend to dance. I just love that city! We stayed with new friends, and I have to say that I have a serious case of apartment envy after seeing their home, it is just gorgeous! They were so lovely to host us and we really had a great time with them.
The dancing, was challenging. I did a lot of sitting. We went out Friday and Saturday, and the dances that I did have, with only a couple of exceptions, were all very good. I was very selective in my acceptances of dances, which I have finally learned how to do without being uncomfortable or rude. But in doing so I sat most of the night until about 1:30 or 2am, when most of the crowd would leave, and then the dance floor opened up and more people would invite me to dance.
Friday night, by the time this happened, I admit, I was getting very tired of having a pleasant look on my face as I sat and sat and sat. It was mentioned to me after the milonga that my expression was that of a sour puss near the end of the milonga. Well, yea, it was. I am at the point where I am not a temptation to more advanced leaders, but I am a good follower, and my choice in being selective meant that I sat most of the night. So after hours of sitting and sipping wine slowly, trying to look pleasant and interested, I got tired of pretending. Friday night I think I danced 7 or 8 tandas in 5 and a half hours. Not much. Granted, Friday, all the tandas were good. And what was the kicker to me, was I was moving well and every leader I danced with commented on how well I was moving.
Saturday night, it was more of the same, but I decided to be as social as possible and let the sitting be a zen exercise. I realized that there seemed to be a lot of folks from out of town in Montreal that night, and there were quite a few leaders whom I knew from all over, not just Boston, but NYC, Maine, Toronto.... all over! And I figured out early on that the out of towners wanted to dance with the Montreal followers, no surprise there. And the Montreal leaders wanted to dance with the Montreal followers and the advanced visiting dancers. So those of us who were not in either category, sat. But Saturday, I did not let is bother me as much, and I chatted with various people and was social with my friends. I was very appreciative of a friend of mine who came over to chat and ask how my night was going, I told him the truth, and he looked at me with surprise and immediately asked me to dance, which was just lovely as first of all he and I dance very well together, so I always enjoy dancing with him, and secondly, the floor was emptying, so it allowed other leaders to see me dance. After those two tandas, I danced the remainder of the night, and only had two dances that I was not happy with. So not too bad!
There was one absolutely shining moment to the weekend..... new shoes!!! My friend C came back from BsAs and brought with her the most beautiful pair of chocolate brown ruched satin Comme il Fauts I could ever imagine (yes C, you were right about the satin and peep toe style! Glad you convinced me!) I wore them the entire weekend and they were just perfect and I felt like I was more grounded wearing them. My poor red suede shoes.... they are on life support I think.... I am going to take them to the cobbler that the theatre uses (as well as the BOston Ballet, so he is used to working on dance shoes!) and see if he can work some magic with them. They are such great shoes, I hate to retire them....