quickie update

[la_belle_laide]

OMFG where have I been? Well, yes, where indeed? Umm, let's see. My Hula class started last week and I was reminded of how much I love teaching. Not only that, but the fact that I can teach. I went in there really worried that I'd just stand there and freeze. But I didn't. I taught, from 7-8 in the upstairs studio, in high summer on a beautiful night!

The students—no, the dancers because I believe everyone who tries to dance is a dancer—really had a great time. They got the gist of the Hula, if not the moves right away. But people have to realize that this is not a western way to move. Our bodies are used to different styles, so can feel unnatural to people who have never done it before. At any rate, they area lovely group of ladies and I can't wait to see them again next week. Or really this week, since it's only about 3 more days until the second class. :D

Also, I wrote a Tiny Story and Joe reblogged it, AND it got some art by the wonderful skitty_kitty, so that was really awesome and made my day. That was yesterday.

Before that? I went to the beach for fifteen minutes, parked my car bayside a few days after the beginning of the season, with a note sayint that I'd forgotten the dates of the season and I'd be right back and PLEASE don't give me a ticket, I only needed 15 minutes. And I came back and there was a $100 ticket over the note.

ARE YOU GODDAMN KIDDING ME? Seriously, for parking for fifteen minutes at my frigging beach, where I go all year anyway? And mine was the only car there, it's not like I was blocking anything or taking up space that someone else could have been using.

EFF YOU.

So yeah that pissed me off.

Umm and I've been working. That seems to about cover it.


ALSO, NOTE TO SELF: GO OUT DANCING ON MONDAY THE 25TH. DON'T FORGET.

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[rhoda-rants.livejournal.com]

"But people have to realize that this is not a western way to move. Our bodies are used to different styles, so can feel unnatural to people who have never done it before."
All dancing feels unnatural to me. I'm way too stiff and self-conscious.

My brother used to get so much grief from the traffic cops around here. He's a surfer, so he would occasionally park behind the dunes and walk out to check the waves before coming home, and nine times out of ten, he would find a ticket waiting for him when he got back to the car. It was so ridiculous I wrote a one-act play about it.