The weather suddenly changed. Isn't it always that way. One day, you realize your summer clothes wouldn't do anymore, and you don't know what to wear. Takes me by surprise every year. I should shorten a couple of my ball dresses, to make them suitable for tango.
Lately, I couldn't get much practice with my steady partners. One of them is unable to dance due to a mild injury. Another returned from the trip, where he didn't miss me much, I assume, given that he hasn't called upon me yet. I only practiced with random people at the Monday practica, and went to my used-to-be-usual local class, that turned to be very good, once more.
There, I had a chance to dance with the teacher, and he was kind enough to give me some pointers. He noted that it was hard for him to tell where my weight was at any given moment. So, I guess, I have to be more clear in shifting my weight from foot to foot, and keep my weight above one foot at the moment of receiving the lead. At least that is how I understood it. Later in the week I also got feedback indicating that I have to pay attention to my foot placement, and passing feet in parallel lines close to each other. Here we go; I carved myself a task or two for upcoming practice sessions.
I went to the Small Milonga again, no expectations whatsoever. It was even smaller this time around. Only about eight couples. I danced with a lady teacher again, but another one this time. Needless to say, I liked it. This place always seems to hold pleasant surprises for me. That night, I had quite a few. One very local leader I hadn't danced with for a while was there. As I accepted a dance from him, I was astonished at how much he had improved since the last time he led me. He must have gone to really good teachers. Now I will have someone to dance with at our very local milongas, etant donne I show up at those. A good leader is one more reason to show up. Also, I finally got to dance with another leader/instructor. I had been eying him for quite a while. Actually, by the time, I had gave up on him ever asking me. It was a very nice couple of tandas, and contrary to what I might have started to think about him (due to him not asking me, of course, hahaha), the guy seemed to be a sweetheart.
My favorite maestro was there, too, and -- so kind of him -- took me for a nice spin.
I had a great time all in all. I will be back for more.
My Happy Saturday Milonga has become too much fun. I danced tons and buckets. I reconnected with two leaders I like, but with whom I hadn't had much chance to dance lately. All tandas were either good or very good. None of them was great though. Perhaps, too much distraction. Or too much self-critique. I feel better on the floor when I practice beforehand. All that reflective, self-conscious stuff gets channeled into working during a practica, so a milonga is just sheer fun. That is how it is supposed to be. I ought to try practice more next week.
It is hard at times, for someone as chatty, and with such a developed taste for a good social intrigue as myself to stay focused. Dancing aside, a milonga is an amazing case of people watching and gossip listening, I shall admit. And such a milonga as my Saturday Happy place is a double, triple treat! I have to be careful in order to not to get sucked in, and keep my mouth shut, above all. Better put the energy in learning the proper walk and the foot placement, hein?
I have also been trying to stay positive about the partners situation. I think I stress out too much about it at times. It's understandable, I care about my tango, and want to get good. But people have their own life, and their own problems, after all. Instead of getting frustrated, I just have to see what I can do with what I get, as anybody else does. I believe I can do something good. As I always do.
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