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Those who don't learn from history...
Nov. 6th, 2005 05:36 pm... well, you know the rest of the quote.
I remember a few years back. It was the last Art-sci that I attended in my old kingdom. The Queen at the time, Elena, was very much a patroness of dance. I was extremely appreciative that a Crown finally came along who cared so much about my artform. Early in her reign, she asked if I would put together a Caroso Ball for art-sci. Cool... but... wait... that's a lot of work. But, since I have "sucker" tattooed on my forehead (although I can't see it), I said Yes. What did this mean? Intensive classes at every event up until Art-sci. Lots, and lots and lots of teaching.
Well, art-sci was right around the corner. And wouldn't you know it - I was sick. Not just sick... SICK! Probably the worst I have ever been in my life. Sorry if the details gross you out, but I had a horrible sinus infection, combined with a strep throat, combined with an EXTREMELY painful U.T.I., combined with dysentary. I don't know how the hell I managed to come down with all of the above at the same damned time, but leave it to me. Anyway, I recall that art-sci very well... it was my personal hell. I was scheduled to teach dance classes for probably 5 hours solid, followed by court, followed by a dinner break, followed by the ball itself. I really should have skipped the event. However, there were only a few other instructors. Some of the dances I was teaching at the time nobody else could teach. And besides - I made a promise. So I went. And I did it. Although in between each class, I was darting for the men's room (I know... too much detail again). Fortunately, the ball went very well. People seemed to enjoy it. My dance demo went very well, and it was quite memorable. But when all was said n' done, I just wanted to die. And I told myself, NEVER AGAIN!
Well... I obviously have a limited memory.
Last night, I went to bed feeling ooogy. My head was stuffed, and I began coughing/sneezing. This morning, I woke up feeling like utter crapola. Stuffy head, clammy, sore throat. Ugh. I skipped yoga, got up, read email, scanned the paper, and then darted out the door... for a four hour dance workshop. Fortunately, I got to tag-team teach, and it was not overly intensive. But still, memories of that art-sci came flooding back.
Joe... sometimes you just aren't particularly smart!
I remember a few years back. It was the last Art-sci that I attended in my old kingdom. The Queen at the time, Elena, was very much a patroness of dance. I was extremely appreciative that a Crown finally came along who cared so much about my artform. Early in her reign, she asked if I would put together a Caroso Ball for art-sci. Cool... but... wait... that's a lot of work. But, since I have "sucker" tattooed on my forehead (although I can't see it), I said Yes. What did this mean? Intensive classes at every event up until Art-sci. Lots, and lots and lots of teaching.
Well, art-sci was right around the corner. And wouldn't you know it - I was sick. Not just sick... SICK! Probably the worst I have ever been in my life. Sorry if the details gross you out, but I had a horrible sinus infection, combined with a strep throat, combined with an EXTREMELY painful U.T.I., combined with dysentary. I don't know how the hell I managed to come down with all of the above at the same damned time, but leave it to me. Anyway, I recall that art-sci very well... it was my personal hell. I was scheduled to teach dance classes for probably 5 hours solid, followed by court, followed by a dinner break, followed by the ball itself. I really should have skipped the event. However, there were only a few other instructors. Some of the dances I was teaching at the time nobody else could teach. And besides - I made a promise. So I went. And I did it. Although in between each class, I was darting for the men's room (I know... too much detail again). Fortunately, the ball went very well. People seemed to enjoy it. My dance demo went very well, and it was quite memorable. But when all was said n' done, I just wanted to die. And I told myself, NEVER AGAIN!
Well... I obviously have a limited memory.
Last night, I went to bed feeling ooogy. My head was stuffed, and I began coughing/sneezing. This morning, I woke up feeling like utter crapola. Stuffy head, clammy, sore throat. Ugh. I skipped yoga, got up, read email, scanned the paper, and then darted out the door... for a four hour dance workshop. Fortunately, I got to tag-team teach, and it was not overly intensive. But still, memories of that art-sci came flooding back.
Joe... sometimes you just aren't particularly smart!
