Well, it's still fun to say "Dance injury at work." "But you're a teacher." "Yes, I am." Then leave them boggled.
Lorne ,'Why We Fight'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Bollywood dance is fucking bananas, though, I would think it'd be really easy to hurt yourself.
Seriously! I would absolutely love to do it for fun normally, though. It's so cool!
Pix, feel better.
smonster, I'm sorry things didn't work out with z. You deserve someone awesome, and I hope you find that.
I just said good-bye to Nicole. Sniff. We're headed to the family wedding tomorrow; which is supposed to be why I am here. When are we going to have buffista island?
Pix, smonster, Strix, askye, what everyone else said, I luv you all. I have Internet fatigue and I think I need to go grey for a couple days.
Yeah, Pix, you and Alex Wong, SYTYCDancer extraordinaire.
Hah, that's what I was thinking, Liese! Sadly, was on a plane during all of tonight's SYTYCD and can't watch til Friday.
I think I need to start telling people that I sprained my ankle dancing Bollywood because that's a darned good story. And interestingly, while I have broken my foot 4 friggin times doing such mundane things as: walking down the 3 stairs in front of a friend's house, misjudging the distance on a flip turn and whacking my foot on the side of the pool, and just plain stepping *wrong* I have never injured myself while dancing. And I dance pretty crazy sometimes.
ION, I'm camped out on the sofa with netbook, Hulu, ice pack on my ankle, and two cats blissed out by my feet. I just reached out to pet Nico, for he is closest to my hand, and apparently he was having a weird dream because he flipped out. Literally. The cat sprang a good 12 inches into the air (from sleeping, mind you) and did a full rotation while midair. Landed on his paws and looked at me like I must be evil incarnate. I laughed, petted him again with reckless disregard for the safety of my hand, and laughed some more.
Oh, Nico.
I've never broken a foot with a good story. The only time I had an awesome story, I crushed everything BUT the bone. It's like my future chit chat was oppressed by reality. Which is sad because broken feet seems to be one of the injuries with the most repercussions.
Congratulations on the permanent job, smonster!
Take care of yourself, Zen.
Thanks, Calli!
And thanks, sj.