Saturday evening. I’m deciding if my knee is dance worthy. The new studio is not quite as cozy as the old one, which I loved in a seedy, downtown, slummy sort-of-way. Above a liquor store and a teensy bistro, it was a hike of stairs nearly wheeze-worthy. Nestled between art studios, it overlooked the street–horns, sirens, bus fumes…it was the best. 😉
The new studio has no view, is freezing and rather gray. It’s a work in progress, I understand, but it isn’t grabbing me. Worse of all, the floor sticks. Newly laid, it doesn’t have that smooth patina yet. One good sacada and I’m back on the couch, knee packed with ice. And yet. . .
It’s good to get out in the winter, especially since I’m apt to hole up, drink tea, watch old movies, basically hibernate until Spring. I could do this, easily, but it does make re-entry difficult–like dancing, practice or lose it. I could go either way. Pride and Prejudiceis on TCM, Zephyr’s nestled in–after sneaking atop the washing machine earlier and eating a bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies! (I called the vet–choc. being dog-deadly–he ate about 8 cookies–w/raisins, flax seed and pecans [they’ll move thru him quicker]. She said watch him, but he’ll probably be fine. It wasn’t baker’s choc. [highly deadly to liver function]. Of course, if Zephyr is going to get ill, attacked by bees, fight w/coyotes, etc, etc, it’s always a Saturday night, like tonight. The Murphy’s law of dogs. For now, he seems fine).
If I go dancing I have to: shave, re-do my do, make-up, dress. It sounds like a lot of trouble. I could wear jeans–there’s no studio heat after all. A light powder dusting and lipstick would suffice; hair. . . it’s dark. 😉 Hey, Alternativa emphasizes casual. No fishnet stockings in this crowd. It’s practically considered gauche, which is silly, but typical. Even “casual” has a standard. And sometimes a girl just likes to wear fishnets. Whatever. . . I never heard a man complain about fishnets.