The 30th of March

Jam of dah Day: (I Just) Died in Your Arms, Cutting Crew*
*I speak French. I am aware of the meaning

Current Video Game(s)- Death Spank and Boarderlands 2

It's a day of finally being healthy! This cold, or the flu...I'm not certain which it was, has finally left my body alone. Being sick sucks and not being able to exercise because you can't breathe extremely sucks. Ugh, I never want to think about how many tissues boxes I went through. In fact I really don't like looking at tissues right now; they remind me of my chapped nose and inability to breathe. So today I can roll back into my daily lil exercise (it is not even close to a workout) and tack on some real workouts.

Speaking of workout, though I don't feel I'm at this level yet with this sport, dance training is going well. I have learned all the basic bronze follow steps and am now tackling the leads. Boys, be grateful of your follows for they make you look good. As follows we turn, spin, leap around, flare our hands, and point our toes, all while wearing heels. Haha alright I'll admit I only just bought my dancing heels this weekend. It was quite a long adventure/mini trip in fact.

My fellow dance trainee and friend Kim accompanied me to the Windy City dance expo this past Saturday. Our other co-worker and friend Mackenzie had to attend separately due to scheduling conflicts, just an FYI. So this dance expo was at a Hyatt hotel which was also the biggest hotel I've ever seen near Chicago without being a skyscraper. This thing was three buildings fused via walkways both in the air and underground. Fortunately we found the right ballroom. There was one shoe vendor and two costume vendors, all of it expensive of course.

The shoes were Dance Life, a well recognized brand among ballroom dancers and now a pair belongs to me. I tested out a few styles but stuck with my original choice, they just felt right. The advantage to proper shoes is primarily that you don't slip on the dance floor; the bottoms are made of suede (don't wear them on the streets EVER) which prevent that awkward and oh so common slipping of the sole while prancing around on the floor. The disadvantage, no matter how low they are still heels. Mine are only about two inches so nothing difficult, just be wary of loose straps.

The rest of the expo was dance competitions. Kim and I enjoyed watching the kids division. Not because the five year olds were cute but because often they had adult partners. There was a girl no more than five who had a man in his late twenties (and around five ten) as her lead. That height difference was amusing.

For the adult divisions, the matches that were more traditional (aka girl was short guy was tall) worked better technique-wise on the dance floor. No matter how skinny you are, five ten is five ten; there is mass and weight that follows. Remember, these people are dipping, whipping, and dropping their partners all over the place. A smaller frame and light weight makes the job easier. It was refreshing to see women of all sizes though, to stray away from tradition. I clapped for everyone because hell, they were all better than me and worked really hard on their routines.

I wonder when I'll be able to learn jive? Those steps looked like a lot of fun.

Facts of the Day:
-I am tired, mostly from staying up late listening to music
-New mix CD in the mix. Yes, I still burn CDs. No, my car does not have an AUX input.
-I am currently listening to a playlist of The Click Five. Haha middle school.
-My lunch consisted of a Pita Pit look-alike because there is only one Pita Pit for this chick.
-Hopefully schedule in some gaming later tonight!