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Oh, The Suckage Of It All!
Apr. 2nd, 2008 11:39 pmTonight was our regular Wednesday evening C1 dancing in Arlington, VA. We sucked. Wow, did we ever suck. The suckage was extreme. Words escape me how badly we sucked.
I count myself in this dismal description of our dancing: I could do absolutely nothing right. No sense of rhythm, no sense of position or location, no automatic recollection of easy calls. Nada. It was so bad, I'm sure I've dishonoured my ancestors and embarrassed my (former) friends.
I do have proof, however, that it wasn't just me. I called a tip towards the end of the evening. I started the figure with "heads pass out" and the square crashed. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean" and the square crashed again. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean, relay the shadow" and we all crashed one more time. Oy.
In another figure, I called 'dixie sashay' and the square crashed. In an attempt to make it easier, I put them back into the same starting position and called 'dixie style to a wave' with the intent of following with 'slither' to get the formation I wanted but the Mainstream call itself caused a massive thud.
On the good side, we were all in the same boat together, giggling at our own stupidity and joking how grateful we all were that there were no witnesses. I usually record our sessions for study; I made a fun display of wiping the contents of my recorder it was useless for any serious purpose. Except possibly as a demonstration of how much we sucked.
We'll be back in two weeks for more C1 at the Barkley; I'll be calling the April 30 session. I'm sure we'll be over our trauma by then. :-)
I count myself in this dismal description of our dancing: I could do absolutely nothing right. No sense of rhythm, no sense of position or location, no automatic recollection of easy calls. Nada. It was so bad, I'm sure I've dishonoured my ancestors and embarrassed my (former) friends.
I do have proof, however, that it wasn't just me. I called a tip towards the end of the evening. I started the figure with "heads pass out" and the square crashed. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean" and the square crashed again. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean, relay the shadow" and we all crashed one more time. Oy.
In another figure, I called 'dixie sashay' and the square crashed. In an attempt to make it easier, I put them back into the same starting position and called 'dixie style to a wave' with the intent of following with 'slither' to get the formation I wanted but the Mainstream call itself caused a massive thud.
On the good side, we were all in the same boat together, giggling at our own stupidity and joking how grateful we all were that there were no witnesses. I usually record our sessions for study; I made a fun display of wiping the contents of my recorder it was useless for any serious purpose. Except possibly as a demonstration of how much we sucked.
We'll be back in two weeks for more C1 at the Barkley; I'll be calling the April 30 session. I'm sure we'll be over our trauma by then. :-)
Oh, The Suckage Of It All!
Apr. 2nd, 2008 11:39 pmTonight was our regular Wednesday evening C1 dancing in Arlington, VA. We sucked. Wow, did we ever suck. The suckage was extreme. Words escape me how badly we sucked.
I count myself in this dismal description of our dancing: I could do absolutely nothing right. No sense of rhythm, no sense of position or location, no automatic recollection of easy calls. Nada. It was so bad, I'm sure I've dishonoured my ancestors and embarrassed my (former) friends.
I do have proof, however, that it wasn't just me. I called a tip towards the end of the evening. I started the figure with "heads pass out" and the square crashed. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean" and the square crashed again. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean, relay the shadow" and we all crashed one more time. Oy.
In another figure, I called 'dixie sashay' and the square crashed. In an attempt to make it easier, I put them back into the same starting position and called 'dixie style to a wave' with the intent of following with 'slither' to get the formation I wanted but the Mainstream call itself caused a massive thud.
On the good side, we were all in the same boat together, giggling at our own stupidity and joking how grateful we all were that there were no witnesses. I usually record our sessions for study; I made a fun display of wiping the contents of my recorder it was useless for any serious purpose. Except possibly as a demonstration of how much we sucked.
We'll be back in two weeks for more C1 at the Barkley; I'll be calling the April 30 session. I'm sure we'll be over our trauma by then. :-)
I count myself in this dismal description of our dancing: I could do absolutely nothing right. No sense of rhythm, no sense of position or location, no automatic recollection of easy calls. Nada. It was so bad, I'm sure I've dishonoured my ancestors and embarrassed my (former) friends.
I do have proof, however, that it wasn't just me. I called a tip towards the end of the evening. I started the figure with "heads pass out" and the square crashed. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean" and the square crashed again. We restarted. I called "heads pass out, everyone pass the ocean, relay the shadow" and we all crashed one more time. Oy.
In another figure, I called 'dixie sashay' and the square crashed. In an attempt to make it easier, I put them back into the same starting position and called 'dixie style to a wave' with the intent of following with 'slither' to get the formation I wanted but the Mainstream call itself caused a massive thud.
On the good side, we were all in the same boat together, giggling at our own stupidity and joking how grateful we all were that there were no witnesses. I usually record our sessions for study; I made a fun display of wiping the contents of my recorder it was useless for any serious purpose. Except possibly as a demonstration of how much we sucked.
We'll be back in two weeks for more C1 at the Barkley; I'll be calling the April 30 session. I'm sure we'll be over our trauma by then. :-)