Sunday, September 28, 2008
This will be a fairly short post, as I am busy watching reruns of SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance) of which I am going to see on tour in a couple weeks (and yes, I know what a nerd I am) But speaking of dance, I have recently discovered that I actually like dancing. Although that doesn't mean I'm very good at it, at least in my opinion. In college, I did a lot of swing dancing and really enjoyed it. But since then I haven't done much of any kind of dancing, not even at weddings. But I've been slightly addicted to watching dancing on TV.
A few months ago, a friend and I decided to do a class together at the gym. Part of the class was aerobic dancing. I liked it but it took a while to learn and there are parts that I still haven't quite gotten. But 2 weeks ago the teacher decided to try something new, which was an hour of dance in the style of the Pussycat Dolls. This is definitely NOT the kind of dance I would typically attempt or think I could ever pull off. Sexy, is not an adjective I would use about myself. So I go to class and the first thing I realize is that most of the people who are usually in the class have decided not to come this week. And for the next hour we all struggle through learning the steps.
This Thursday, I show up and there are only 3 of us from the previous week (this isn't looking good) So the teacher has us vote on what we want to do. We end up doing the dance again. One by one people keep dropping out. By the end of class there are only 5 of us left. This probably means that next week we will go back the regularly scheduled program, which I am a little bit saddened by. See, I was actually pretty good at this. One of the other women in the class even told me I was good. I don't know why this actually comes easier to me then the other dance. Perhaps because it's because it's more musical and I can sense and anticipate the rythym better. Or perhaps my perfectionism kicked in and I'm determined to learn it and not look like an idiot. Or a combination of both. But it looks like my pussycat dolls days may be numbered.
Now only if I could figure out those silly yoga poses!
Friday, September 19, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
It didn't take me long to decide to go ahead and buy it. Basically, i had already decided before I even got there. Then a shocker, he said, "ok. I'll go get the case." An amazing guitar and a case for less than $100 -unheard of! He comes back up with two cases. He puts the 12-string in the case for me and pulls out a Taylor 6-string - just for me to play on and hear the sound of while I'm there. It was so nice of him to do that. It did sound beautiful, but it didn't change my mind.
I like it, but it still doesn't feel like "mine" yet. It doesn't quite fit the space right yet but I think it will in time.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Then just as the law of nature predicts something goes wrong. My guitar decides to break. I tried in earnest to fix it, but it's not going to work. It actually broke about 2 years ago and you would have thought I was losing a child or something when I thought it wasn't fixable. But I've had it 8 years, so I can't complain. It's given me great joy and I think I am ready to let it go now.
I've been looking for guitars online. I am not the plain kind-of-girl. I need something unique and "pretty" (But not pink!! .... refer to post Not so Legally Blonde) After many days of searching, I found it. It's price tag though is a whopping $600. This is much better than the first one I picked out which was $2500. (and ridiculously less than the $7000 ones someone else showed me) But $600 is still more than I can swallow for a guitar, but I love it much more than any other one I've looked at. In fact I already have a name for it and I don't even own it yet. I tried to convince myself that it's ok to have a big balance on a credit card and pay it off over several months time, but it wasn't really working. I also was having a hard time settling for something more affordable that I didn't like as much.
Today on a whim I decided to check out Craigslist. Let me stop you here before you get all excited. No it did not have my guitar for really cheap. But I did find a 12-string acoustic for $75 that I am going to check out this weekend. A brilliant plan emerged! I can afford $75 now (and it's probably equal or less than what I would be paying in interest on that credit card). I can stop playing my guitar before it really does break into more than one piece. I'll have a 12-string to play on while I pay off my current debt and then save up to buy the $600 6-string or find another one I want. In the end I get 2 guitars. If guitars were like relationships, this 12-string would be like my re-bound.
I'm so happy about this, it's like Christmas without the cold and snow!!!!!
Friday, September 5, 2008
It was a wonderful weekend. My new car (on it's first road trip) did fabulous. We made the whole round trip, over 400 miles, on about 1 tank of (really) expensive gas.
Friday: Our road trip started with a little rain, but cleared up by early afternoon. It was me and Nat, some great music and the open road. A traveler's dream. We arrived in downtown Toronto right in the middle of Friday rush hour. Good thing Nat was driving, fearless as she is. There are so many pedestrians it's a wonder any cars make it through intersections. We found the hotel, but didn't know where to park. This was our first adventure. We went in a few circles trying to navigate the one way streets to get back to a parking structure we spotted. Just when we gave up on turning left and got into the right hand lane, the next 5 streets would be "no right turn." After checking into the hotel, the clerk told us to move our car ASAP because where we parked was really expensive so after quickly changing clothes, we got back in the car. The 35 mins we were parked there cost $20.
Normally, I am good at reading a map. The map to get to another cheaper parking garage which involved only 3 turns. Somehow I got ahead of myself on the map and so we did a few more circles. Front St and Yonge St we got to know really well. We did end up in the right place (which from 5 pm Friday to 10 am Sunday only cost $29. Thank you Mr. hotel clerk!)
Then we spent an hour walking (in circles again) around the city until the conference started. This is when I really started to notice all the good looking men!At 7:30 the convention center started rockin'. It was very hot and humid, especially with jeans on. (This is important for later.) And for the next few hours, we sang and danced and soaked it all in. For those who may not know, Hillsong is a church in Sydney, Australia. Hillsong United is made up of members of their worship team. They have a large influence in the christian market all over the world.
Saturday: We slept in as long as we could in the morning and trudged our way back to the convention center. Today I wore shorts and a t-shirt, except apparently they figured out how to turn on the AC and put it at sub-zero. It was soooooooo coooold in there. We did our best to stay warm. I was thankful for lunchtime, so I could get outside and warm up.
The trip home was beautiful and uneventful. Monday I was so worn out that I stayed on my couch like a zombie. Thus endth the boring-ness.