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*hic*
I've had hiccups, hiccoughs, whatever for the last hour now. My chest is beginning to hurt.
Any ideas for a cure?
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1.7.05 11:54
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Typical
I reply to comments to inform my concerned public (I know you're concerned, you're just all hiding it really well) that my hiccups are cured and what happens?
go on, guess.
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1.7.05 13:51
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salsa ... in London. oh yes.
Friday night, the Brighton gang were let loose on the unsuspecting London salsa crowd.
This was pretty much the first time I didn't practically wee
myself with nerves at the prospect of trying to decode tricky LA style
moves with a total stranger. I had a few bumbled dances, but the
mistakes were not all mine. Some mistakes were of course mine, either above
my level or just plain new. For one move, the guy wanted me to do a
move where I lean back and he supports me by holding me by the back of
the neck and then flips me up again, I turn with my head going over and
then under his arm and he 'catches' me by the back of the neck again.
yes. it's as easy as it sounds.
so after that I was pretty much back to weeing myself with nerves
again. But fortunately that was the most challenging move asked of me.
the early part of the evening I was kinda not in the groove, I was
doing ok, but really only ok. My best dances were with one chap from I
already know from Brighton with whom dancing is always smooth, easy to
follow, well pitched and just divine. He mixes Cuban and LA and does it
so elegantly it's like floating on clowds. gentle, smooth, delightful.
At least I was still dancing like a dream with this chap.
then after about 1.30am, the place empties, I had warmed up more and
realised my hips were actually able to move entirely independently of
my ribcage and my 'wiggle' was back on full form.
I met a rather good dancer with whom.. well that rare connection was
defiintely there. He was absolute magic on the dancefloor. I was more
than impressed. I felt like it was just us there and the music. I'm
reasonably shy with strangers, but I didn't object to dancing very
close during those sultry bits of the music. Salsa hip motion is sort
of a figure of eight but people each have their own version. With this
guy I loved it that *people of an exciteable nature please look away
now* our hips just moved in unison and were so well matched as we sank
into music.
I think he was taken with me, since he wanted to make sure if he comes
to Brighton that I would be there (I assured him I would) and kept
coming over to make conversation. And I was rather taken with him too.
He was funny and sparkling and friendly and danced like a dream. He
kept coming back for another dance, and I was actually always keeping
an eye out for him cos I couldn't wait for the next dance, either.
I do hope he comes visit Brighton.
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5.7.05 17:03
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