My first night of Swing
March 4th, 2006
Tonight, on… well, more than a whim, I managed to psyche myself up sufficiently to break the initial social barrier that always comes with going to a new club/restaurant/whatever. In this case, it was the weekly Swing Dance night at the Wightman School, highlighted today by the Boilermaker Jazz Band. Now, I know no swing- or rather, I only know the basic steps, in theory, much like a tender highschool me knew how sex worked, in theory. Lots of hype, no actual skill or experience. So with more than a little apprehension I showed up for the free Jitterbug lesson at 8PM.
I walked out of there at 11PM in a daze. So. Much. Fun. And here I’ve been wasting my evenings playing a game that is, at best, a fun way of being the central figure in a story. Well, allright, not wasting, but you get the idea. It’s a completely different style to mambo, but the moves translate rather easily, and I managed to adapt my usual repertoire with ease. Of course, then I realized that my usual repertoire had no business being on a swing floor. But hey, one adapts, learns new things. Already I have new a few new people I recognize, a few new faces I can casually label as ‘potential friends’, and best of all, I have no social obligations on Saturday nights until easter. In other words, my weekends are officially full again*, and I have an excuse to approach people and ask them to help me refine my style 
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