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marchek's birthday was lovely, even if I was wearing the utterly wrong color shirt for the in-progress Mal costume. That's cool -- easy to solve and I even found out the deal with the braces. So hey, that was easy.
- Meanwhile, however, I was subject to bad dance etiquette like crazy last night, including a woman stepping out of her own square to come over to ours to touch me without permission or dance reason, to tell me, specifically, that I shouldn't try to do, I should just watch first and it might not be so hard for me. Um, our group of friends keeps those dances dancing, and we had a child with us, and we needed to show and figure some height issue stuff. Also, mind yourself.
Later, Marci and I both had to partner her in progressive dances briefly and she was a bad dancer, although she did swing fairly correctly and had something resembling a proper ballroom hold, so we were both satisfied and had our suspicions confirmed about her shit.
The other thing, was a guy who refused to let go of me when he needed to for a pass through, and when I tried to separate myself from him to do the figure correctly, he grabbed me tighter and then tried to DANCE ME OUT OF THE SET, at which point, I elbowed him in the gut. All I got was a condescending look of pity in response, like I didn't know what a woman's for (trust me, asshole, I know what a woman's for, thanks). Later, when we'd danced up and down so I had to partner the guy again, he started trying to rub my back soothingly.
It's a goddamn wonder I didn't punch somebody.
- LJ Idol in a bit.
- So with Gallifrey karaoke in mind, I'm listening to things on repeat on my ipod. You know, I think I only ever knew the first verse of Anything Goes. Wow, does that song have some absurd lyrics. Tennis pros? What? But yeah, as awesome for my voice as I think, especially if I can (and I know I can, I just have to practice) get that one really bitchy high note in under my break (I have a very pretty, perfectly decent little soprano headvoice that I sort of have no use for).
Meanwhile, this arrangement of I Know Him So Well from the new Barrowman album? Is remarkably not more ridiculous than the original particularly. I'm trying to figure out if there's a weird arrangement change in one part though -- the song is strange, but I can't decide if that's a "oh, yeah that note was always not what I expected" or if it's a "heh, couldn't hit that, eh?" thing. I'll have to dig out my Chess CD. It's niggling at me. Also, wow, I forgot what a toxic, cynical song that is. It's sort of less gross with a guy singing it, which actually makes it even worse because hello, terrible gender expectations!
- Lots of work today, dropping in on Patty's departmental party tonight and seeingellen_kushner's The Klezmer Nutcracker tomorrow morning.
marchek's birthday was lovely, even if I was wearing the utterly wrong color shirt for the in-progress Mal costume. That's cool -- easy to solve and I even found out the deal with the braces. So hey, that was easy.- Meanwhile, however, I was subject to bad dance etiquette like crazy last night, including a woman stepping out of her own square to come over to ours to touch me without permission or dance reason, to tell me, specifically, that I shouldn't try to do, I should just watch first and it might not be so hard for me. Um, our group of friends keeps those dances dancing, and we had a child with us, and we needed to show and figure some height issue stuff. Also, mind yourself.
Later, Marci and I both had to partner her in progressive dances briefly and she was a bad dancer, although she did swing fairly correctly and had something resembling a proper ballroom hold, so we were both satisfied and had our suspicions confirmed about her shit.
The other thing, was a guy who refused to let go of me when he needed to for a pass through, and when I tried to separate myself from him to do the figure correctly, he grabbed me tighter and then tried to DANCE ME OUT OF THE SET, at which point, I elbowed him in the gut. All I got was a condescending look of pity in response, like I didn't know what a woman's for (trust me, asshole, I know what a woman's for, thanks). Later, when we'd danced up and down so I had to partner the guy again, he started trying to rub my back soothingly.
It's a goddamn wonder I didn't punch somebody.
- LJ Idol in a bit.
- So with Gallifrey karaoke in mind, I'm listening to things on repeat on my ipod. You know, I think I only ever knew the first verse of Anything Goes. Wow, does that song have some absurd lyrics. Tennis pros? What? But yeah, as awesome for my voice as I think, especially if I can (and I know I can, I just have to practice) get that one really bitchy high note in under my break (I have a very pretty, perfectly decent little soprano headvoice that I sort of have no use for).
Meanwhile, this arrangement of I Know Him So Well from the new Barrowman album? Is remarkably not more ridiculous than the original particularly. I'm trying to figure out if there's a weird arrangement change in one part though -- the song is strange, but I can't decide if that's a "oh, yeah that note was always not what I expected" or if it's a "heh, couldn't hit that, eh?" thing. I'll have to dig out my Chess CD. It's niggling at me. Also, wow, I forgot what a toxic, cynical song that is. It's sort of less gross with a guy singing it, which actually makes it even worse because hello, terrible gender expectations!
- Lots of work today, dropping in on Patty's departmental party tonight and seeing
ellen_kushner's The Klezmer Nutcracker tomorrow morning.
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Date: 2008-12-12 08:50 pm (UTC)Okay. That might have been acceptable under different circumstances (the Master's evil crew on the Valiant, maybe), but yeah. He's lucky he came out of that shindig with teeth.