So that dancing...
Haven't really done much to actually dance - but I want to. I just loved Dancing with the Stars and couldn't be happier that Drew Lachey, short little dude that he is, won. He was such fun to watch - and I usually hate those shows. But there is something about ballroom dancing.
Didn't make it to a musical in New York, but we did hike all over Central Park and we went to Rockerfeller Center and watched the ice skaters there. That place looks HUGE in movies - but it's really a tiny little rink in a small-ish plaza. It was still cool - and they had made the ice pink and put hearts all over it for Valentine's Day.
Then I went up north to Oakland/SF/San Jose with co-worker Mike. That was an interesting time. Stayed at a quirky little place in SF - quirky in a good way - not in that funny-how-you-have-to-lean-sideways-to-get-in-the-room way. And the doorman sent Mike and I over to a nice bar to have a few drinks. Mike's a chatty guy - chats mostly about his frustration in life and thinks he is boring me - but I find pain interesting. It helps me bond with people. Happy people are boring to me - not that I don't like them, I do - but they aren't interesting to me. Give me the unusual folks with their faults and quirks and petty annoyances and wounds - they're my type of people! I guess I envy happy people too much and I sympathize with the walking wounded.
As always, the speaking went pretty well - a few people found me to be too "chatty" - okay - they would rather I just read it off like a recipe? But I have to learn to let the petty stuff slide off.
It's raining here, which reminds me that I really need to get that treadmill from David and Donna (THANK YOU) so I can exercise. I'm eager to start building up my stamina - some days I feel like I am going to collapse under my baggage as I haul it from place to place.
I love Indian food. Chicken curry or Tikka Masala over Basmati rice, scooped up with Naan.... MMMMM. There is this dinner buffet place somewhere between San Jose and Oakland that Helen and I discovered and have now been back to - cheap and good. It's customers appear to be ex-pat folks from India. But the place is pretty empty and it makes me sad - a nice, quality place and it will go under because nobody is patronizing it. So, if anyone thinks they'll be driving up the 880 in the near future...
Anyway - if anyone knows of a dance class - or if anyone knows of some other poor, fat beginner looking for a partner, let me know.
posted by Andrea @ 5:55 PM
5 Comments:
I have you on my blog, yeah, I'm figuring this all out, kinda. I wish I got to go to interesting places, I just get to go to SLC all the time. I guess if I was Morman, that would make me very happy. I want to go to places that smell like bread and have skating rinks.
Happy people bore you? I bore you? What's wrong with happy? Drippy is bad. Happy is okay. You need to have your blog email entries to me.
Do they do that? Let me check after I send this.
To clarify, I was being a little facetious. But only a little. I LIKE happy people - I wish I was one of the happy people. But if sitting and talking with folks, I would rather listen to someone rant for awhile than listen to someone tell me how happy they are. For one, I don't always buy it - but even if I do believe them, what do I have to offer to the conversation? They're happy. Content. I can offer envy. Or I can annoy them by talking about my problems - and I DON'T want to do that. I cantry to destroy their happiness - don't want to do that - or I can congratulate them on their happiness - and I don't like to give satisfaction to people who are already so self-satisfied.
HAH - that sounds bitter. I am going for funny. I salute the happy people - indeed I am happier today than I have been in years. But struggling people need someone to support them - and I like to support.
I'm sorry, what were you talking about? Maggie likes your writing. She says you write normal stuff and make it interesting and funny.
Of course that was my cue to say, "I'm funny!"
You have to come see Titus. You'll love him. He's a ton of fun. Such a different dog than Daisy. She seems like such a lady compared to him. He's crazy. It's really fun to watch him try to drag his HUGE body all around the house. Honestly, he can only move about 15 feet before he has to rest. He's gonna be BIG.
Happy people? Jason Dohring? I talk about a lot of
stuff - some nonsense...
I like Maggie. A lot. She says lovely things and
gives me a warm glow. I sure it's a different kind of
warm glow than the one she gives you.
And you are funny. And I hope to meet Titus soon-ish.
Maybe they will send me to Phoenix to do a seminar.
And now they are going to start me on the highest
level of seminars which we do out of state all the
time, so maybe I will get a chance to come for a visit
on the company dime!
(funny looking)
(just kidding - you know you're handsome)
(are you saying that Titus can drag Daisy 15 feet? Is
Daisy resisting?)
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