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[danceboy]

A woman came up to me at the dance last night and told me that she missed my presence while I was away, and that she enjoyed watching me dance and what I did to the dance. I was dumbstruck. Within a minute I was high on her words, but I had this moment of flat out incomprehension. I think I looked like a fish gasping for air.

What she said lifted me up and did something beautiful to my dance. I had confidence that I could move however, and I turned out to be right. I was aware that people were watching because they liked what they saw. I felt connected to everything in the room and ease in my motion.

I remember doing things that I'm pretty sure can't be done. I'm not sure how much is "I'm wrong about what's possible", and "when I'm high I don't remember things very accurately" (and how much is a pomo "if that's what you remember, that's what happened for you").

It was three hours of euphoria. Every now and then I think that I could give up coding for dance. I think I'd go nuts within a month, but I'd have a wonderful month til then.

Late in the night I shared a lovely dance with her; lightness, ease, flow, and joy. I even had the guts to approach Neige for a dance (when I grow up I want to dance like Neige). Sometime around the middle someone asked me if I would teach her CI. It's surprising that my ego fits through doors just now...

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[queen-of-wands.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, chicken soup is frequently made out of chocolate...

The gods be praised! (Why didn't anybody tell me this before?)

Well, that's very silly of him. He could come visit too!

We're working on that for December, but he can't be made to do all the traveling.

It's still another's car and all, but I'd be happy to help you get there.

I think the thing for me to do would be to spend the night before someplace more convenient than Haverhill or Lynn. For example, I have very good friends in Davis Square. Then I could just catch one bus (or passing danceboy chariot).

Imaginary Christmas?

We imagine it to be Christmas when it suits our purposes.

I suppose that I'm saying that I'm not sure if we're sure...

Well, if you're ever sure if you're sure, you surely may share.