Today I had two classes an internship and tango class. I knew going in today was going to be tough. Everything was all together from 11:30A.M. - 7:00P.M. Anyone who knows me knows I'm good for about 4 hours and that's it so today was basically twice what I'm comfortable with.
Classes went fine.
From there I went right to my internship. There wasn't a chance to eat so I made sure not to talk to much. We spent a hour talking and making our introductions. Straight from there we were supposed to go to tango class. I went up to my room thinking it would be better to take a minute to change clothes and regroup. I show up and everyone is already well into class. So I jump in as best I can. Emily did her best to show me what I missed. I thought I was catching on a little when the instructors asked us to switch. From that point on the whole thing was down hill. Either I forgot everything I learned, I was tired or hungry, maybe the music, the hot room, or everything put together but I was overwhelmed. Everyone was telling me things in Spanish and English moving around and started to wish I never got dressed to go at all. I would have been better off in a T shit a jeans. I felt so out of place. And everywhere I looked someone was moving beautifully. Of course the instructors ask someone to demonstrate. I felt like everyone expected me to break out a 50 step sequence. I could barely do the first five. I think this is one of the few time where being drunk is actually better than being sober. I literally could not clam down enough to do two things at once.
I just wanted to relax. I wanted the scene on my blog. Who cares about the steps. I was so psyched I really think that worked to my disadvantage.
I'm going to a nice dinner in my tango clothes and hope for a better night.
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