P. and I danced at a benefit in Auburn last night. I was a bit nervous for the first set, but by the end of the second set we were just having fun. Afterwards people kept marveling at the footwork and at my new heels (they do look a bit dangerous). I have no idea what my feet were doing, for the most part. I know exactly what the core of me is doing, and my feet just go under me. I think this is why I don't enjoy a lot of tango classes that focus on footwork without talking about whole-body movement. Anyway. I arrived back home at around 11:00 and unwound by putting a new hard drive into my G3 PowerBook, with Bonita's [un]help. And I marveled myself that a couple hundred people were watching three perfectly good feet and one foot that still feels just a touch wonky. But any foot that can dance in a spike heel has to be doing pretty well, I think. Or maybe I should say that if a wonky foot can dance in a spike heel, my abs are a lot better than they used to be. Now knocking on wood and thinking about taking both feet and pointing them outdoors.
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