Hi everyone!
Here it is just as I said, the posts on my (mis)adventures at a weeklong Swing Dance camp from Dec 26th-Jan 1st. I\'ve been trying to piece things together from my sporadic notes for the past few days. I\'ve also been recovering from a off the dancing that I did. With all of the classes and evening dances counted I think I\'ve clocked around 70 hours of dancing in just under a week (no wonder why my feet still hate me [img]/ubbthreads/images/icons/tongue.gif[/img] ). Oh and all names have been changed except names of prominant people (namely instructors and prominant dancers) in order to protect their identity (actually more so to protect mine [img]/ubbthreads/images/icons/wink.gif[/img] ). Anyhow without any further ado . . . .
<font color=red> Thursday December 26, 2003
Arrival & Welcome Dance </font color=red>
After getting turned around north of Seattle, missing the 5:30 ferry, and getting lost somewhere around Port Townsend Newton (driver and friend), Babs (fellow passenger), and I walk into the tail end of the orientation meeting. After getting registered, lugage stowed in my room, and 12\" of SOE rolled on I grab a ride to the Fairgrounds for the opening dance. . . .
<font color=blue> . . . one hour Into the dance </font color=blue>
Not a bad night so far. I\'ve had many dances so far thanks to SOE and a few long conversations. Not to shabby, just as long as I don\'t run into Matt from Vancouver with this stuff . . . .
\"Hey SwingerMD!\"
Oh crap! I knew it was only a matter of time, \"Hey Matt!\"
\"It\'s great to see you again! This is so much different than Camp Hollywood in LA . . . .\"
<font color=blue> . . . fourty-five minutes later </font color=blue>
\"Well, Matt we really should get to dancing again buddy.\"
\"Cool. See ya later man.\"
Phew! I thought he would never stop talking. Now let\'s see . . . who should ask . . . .
\"Oh hi SwingerMD! You remember me from class, right?\"
\"Um . . . .\",I look at her name tag at her waist, \"Hi Stacey!\" Hmm . . . now what class I had with her . . . someone this cute would be very hard to forget.
\"Wanna dance?\"
\"Sure.\"
Wow. The SOE is really affecting her. She\'s keeping her eyes glued to mine. Let\'s see if she can follow this . . . .
\"Oh opps. (giggles) I believe I\'m supposed to do this. Sorry about that. I usually a lot more attentive follow . . . .\"
\"Thanks for the dance. You were such a wonderfull lead.\" She pats me on the ass.
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She then slowly walks away with her eyes on me until she nearly runs into a wall.
Wow. Once again SOE alone works it\'s magic and gets me a sexual hit! Things are really looking up [img]/ubbthreads/images/icons/laugh.gif[/img] .
<font color=red> Friday December 27, 2003
First Day of Classes
The Streaking Sweede </font color=red>
After applying 6\" of SOE and 6\" of PCC I head over to the Chapel for my first class. About 20 people are already there including Newton and Stacey [img]/ubbthreads/images/icons/cool.gif[/img] .
\"Hey Newton! How are ya doing today?\"
\"Not bad SwingerMD. Hey who do think will be teaching this first class?\"
\"I don\'t know, but it would be something if Frankie Manning is teaching our first class.\"
About five minutes before class starts in walks Frankie Manning. For those of you who don\'t know who he is Frankie Manning is one of the Fathers of Swing dance. He was the first to do an aerial back in 1935. He started dancing around 1927 when he was 13 so that would make him 88 years old today.
\"Alright class let\'s get started.\"
Cool. This should be a nice relaxed class to start out . . . .
<font color=blue> . . . One hour and 15 min later. . . . </font color=blue>
\"(huff) . . .(puff) . . . . Oh my God Newt. He kept on putting on faster and faster tempo music . . . .\"
\"(huff) . . . . Wow,\" said Newton,\" he ain\'t even, \"motioning his head toward Frankie,\"breaking a sweat yet.\"
\"No . . .(huff) . . . wonder why people call him the Master Yoda of Swing dancing. He sure can move for an eight-eight year old.\"
Other than a power outage after lunch which subjected our class to an acapella version of some swing music by our instructors Jason C. and Sylvia S. , the rest of the day was fairly uneventful, except for dinner. At dinner I find myself sitting next to the writer of the camp newseletter tunning in to a very interesting conversation . . . .
\"You guys are going to get a real kick outta the newsletter that comes out tomorrow at breakfast.\"
\"What\'s going to be in it?\", asks my neighbor Angela.
\"Well you know the two Swedish intstructors Eddie and Eva?\"
Angela nods.
\"They were just coming back from taking their showers after teaching their afternoon class when they discovered that they had locked their keys in the room.\"
\"Oh my God?! You\'re kidding me, right?\"
\"Oh no I\'m not joking. I was around one of the staff members when the call came in on the walkie-talkies.\"
\"Uh we got another problem over here at the instructors cabin.\"
\"What is it now?\"
\"Uh . . . Eddie is on the roof and he is wearing nothing except for a
towel.\"
Angela, \"Oh whoa!\" (LOL)
\"I guess he thought that the window to his room was left open so he climbed out of Chazz\'s window. He couldn\'t open the window to his room so he tried to get back in, but it was too slick around Chazz\'s window so he was stuck. Oh and the neighborhood kids had come outside to watch at that time so Chazz started to toss out a pair of boots, shirt, and pants for him to wear. Rob one of the other instructors got some really good pictures of Eddie, when he wasn\'t laughing his ass off.\"
Angela, \"So is he still up there?\"
\"No the park Ranger finally came, got him off the roof and back their room. Anyhow . . . (turns to me with a puzzled look on her face) wait a sec.. Aren\'t you one of the staff members. You look familiar.\"
\"Who me? I\'m not one of the staff members. I do know a lot of people on staff and I do hang around them a lot though.\" Hmm must be the SOE and the PCC. They\'re still working after nine hours. Wow.
Before the dance starts I put on 12\" of SOE and two drops of RM behind the ears. Nothing out of the ordinary to report except for many people I danced with that night (lost count after 15). I also had a guy from Ventura, CA that I just met yesturday take me aside to a quiet corner (he did mention that he was shy about sharing his story with someone else) completely open up to me about why he started to dance.
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