Last night was the first of three open house events for the Chesapeake Squares in Baltimore. I estimate we had a half-dozen newbies and about the same number of lapsed former CS members. In all, we had three squares of dancers with a few to spare. Heaven knows how many we'll be able to keep for an MS class or how many will return next week, but I'm cautiously optimistic.
*Knock*, *Knock*Who's there?
Control Freak. Now you say, "Control Freak who?"
Tomorrow night (Thursday), the DC Lambda Squares folks will be meeting for the first time since winning the 2009 IAGSDC convention bid. In my usual control freak fashion, I've already parcelled out long range tasks to various people and have been working in Microsoft Project to create an overall project plan for the next four years. Formalizing our existing structure, our committee chair has asked me to be secretary for the corporation we're forming for the convention. I'm uncertain if this is an honour, suicide, mercy killing or all of the above, but --what the hell-- I've been kinda bored & directionless since I left the DCLS board last March when my term expired. What's the point of consuming all of this sugar & caffeine if there's no where productive to channel it?
The latest Hanhurst/Palomino square dance sampler tape arrived in the mail a couple of days ago. I was listening to it on my drive to work this morning when I had a revelation: apparently there is no
a priori requirement for a caller to be sober before recording a singing track. Mack Yokum's rendition of "Behind Closed Doors" is, shall we say, special. Bless his heart. :-^