||[Jun. 18th, 2003|11:47 pm]
I just got back from the monthly swing event. It was good. Although, I sat out the dances for most of the night. There were a few birthday circle dances and after the last one K announced that even though she knew I wanted it kept quiet it was my birthday too, and that I was wimping out of a circle dance.
I'm glad, the only time I like being in the spotlight is when I can at least match the skill of the others, and I know I'm not on the same level as the rest of the group when it comes to dancing ability.
At the end when things were breaking up this one teenager who had been watching from a table got up and tried to get some of the ladies to dance with him (J, Diminutive J, and Cr -- Gotta get a better score card I *know* I'm starting to use the same letter to refer to different people). Well, they were teaching him, but teaching him the follow's part. I figured even as rusty as I was I couldn't be worse then this kid and he was being shown the wrong part, so I got up told him he should be doing the mirror image of what he was just shown and to start with his left foot instead of the right. I then did the basic lead step for him counting it out in a few different ways. (The actual 6 count of the step then the "quick, quick, slow, slow" mantra that K usually teaches the step with.)
Given how long it's been I was surprised at how well I was doing the basic step. After that I walked over to a group K was talking with and just listening to that conversation. As I was listening I let the music in the background take me and I started doing a small charleston step while listening to the conversation. K stopped talking and watched me for a few seconds with a smile then says "*Now* you're dancing!"
I returned her smile and just shrugged. Then said, "I gotta get back into it again," and she agreed.
After that I helped N break down and pack up the sound system. Everyone talked a little more, then headed their separate ways.
Oh, one of the people I talked to after K said it was my birthday asked me my age and I told her. She was surprised and said she thought I was a good 5 years younger than I am. I pointed to the gray in my beard and said I thought I looked older than I was because of that. She shook her head and said she attributed it to premature graying, and that she plucks her gray hair out which is why she doesn't have it. She then said she was *much* older than me (I knew that, but I went the polite route and feigned that I thought she wasn't too much older than me).