Sunday Solace: Intro. to Social Dance

Dance classes can make or break a couple. In Wood and my case, I think it did both. We started our Intro. to Social Dance (a.k.a. Ballroom) class the Saturday before last. While we sailed through class number one with relative ease, class two became more challenging and by its end, Wood and I were not happy dancers.

Of course, we didn't immediately pinpoint our frustration on the teacher who had been late for both classes, effectively cheating us out of 1/4 of our dance time, adding to the pressure of learning something new in a rush, but named each other and stepping on eachothers' feet/getting one's feet stepped on as the culprit. It is so easy to blame the other with something so intimate as partner dancing. And it just melted down from there.

After said meltdown, and I won't go into the gory details, we took a deep breath and did a pretty decent job of pressing the reset button on our evening. After dinner at one of our favorite unpresumptuous restaurants Astor Cafe and dessert at the even less fancy Baskin-Robbins, we ended up finding the perfect place to try out our new moves---at the bus stop! (Yet again, public transportation creeps into my blog.) We then practiced in our sockfeet in the foyer of Wood's apartment building, so that even if we DID step on eachothers' feet, it didn't hurt as much. And it was a metaphor for our general increased forgiveness for eachothers' imperfections.

They don't let you take pictures inside the studio, probably because of the delicate partner relations that happen there.