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no pain, no gain
Aug. 21st, 2007 04:48 pmI'd forgotten what it's like to be the beginner. Poi class is pretty daunting right now. I've seen people who've started after me making much more progress than myself. I also have my own body getting in the way. Last night I worked on doing a waist wrap, which involves snaking my arm around my back. Chad said this will be difficult for me as I'm very broad shouldered. After getting a poi right in the eye (it was nicely bloodshot, but not black and blue) I had to sit down and take a rest, before I started swearing. I'm going to have to put some serious extra hour practice into this. Another option would be to learn something I may be better suited for, fire staff perhaps.
I joined some of the crew for drinks and snacks at the Sunset Cantina, where I chatted about old horror movies and listened to tales of WildFires past. The social part of poi is advancing, even ifn the actually skills are not. THUD ended up being a pretty good time again. My exhaustion almost got me down, but I weathered the rest of the night with meticulous attention to the dance floor, and some timely musical interventions from Znuh and Shivar. There are some more new faces coming into the club, some haughty, some not.
It's a fine line to walk, interpreting when someone likes the attention they are getting, and when they don't. I thought of swooping in to rescue the girl in the blue corset who was getting pawed by the man-ape, but she seemed to be able to handle herself. Chivalry can sometimes bite you. Perhaps I'll must up the courage to talk to her next week. I plead exhaustion in my defense.
I joined some of the crew for drinks and snacks at the Sunset Cantina, where I chatted about old horror movies and listened to tales of WildFires past. The social part of poi is advancing, even ifn the actually skills are not. THUD ended up being a pretty good time again. My exhaustion almost got me down, but I weathered the rest of the night with meticulous attention to the dance floor, and some timely musical interventions from Znuh and Shivar. There are some more new faces coming into the club, some haughty, some not.
It's a fine line to walk, interpreting when someone likes the attention they are getting, and when they don't. I thought of swooping in to rescue the girl in the blue corset who was getting pawed by the man-ape, but she seemed to be able to handle herself. Chivalry can sometimes bite you. Perhaps I'll must up the courage to talk to her next week. I plead exhaustion in my defense.
