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I Knew Reading You Milton before Bedtime Might Have Its Pitfalls

Seven-year-old girl: It would be fun to be a firefighter, or a policeman, or a princess...
Mom: Mmm-hm.
Seven-year-old girl: You know what else it would be fun to be? The devil.
Mom: Oh, dear...

--40th & 7th

Overheard by: That Girl

via Overheard in New York, Jan 13, 2008

Bei mir bist du schön, please let me explain...

...Bei mir bist du schön means you're grand

I miss swing dancing.

No, let me clarify, I miss Santa Barbara swing dancing. Where I recognize most of the people there, and knew which ones were the most fun to dance with, and which ones to avoid at all costs...like tiny squatting man, or creepy "I'm going to tell you that you're fat" man. I even miss dances with old man alex, who everyone else thought was cool, but just really hurt my arm every time.

I miss those really amazing dances, when you think "nothing can be more fun than this is right now". I miss "once a year dave" and fake greg, even chrismukkah bar mitzvahkah, and emilee's dances with "santabarbara.com John". I miss really strange compliments like:

random dancer to me while dancing: "you dance like a mercedes"
me: "umm, thank you?"
random dancer: "ya, you know most girls dance like pickup trucks"
me: (thinking) "does he say this to all the girls?"

I miss coming home and my feet hurting so bad, but being so satisfied with the night. But most of all I miss actually knowing how to dance! Dancing in Denver is like trying to speak another language.....or knowing the language but not being allowed to use adjectives....it's just awkward.

So I need to learn the Lindy Hop, it's just that apparently I'm dancing impaired and having 8 counts instead of 6 is just more than I can handle :) But I did a lot of research today and found this comforting sentence:

"In practice on the social dance floor, the six count steps of the East Coast Swing are often mixed with the eight count steps of Lindy Hop and Charleston."

and that's why I wasn't all the way lost last time!

I just need a devoted awesome partner (like a Zachary) or a friend to go with me... like a faux Emilee :(

Because in a way dancing is my way of getting out my performance urge, and without it I might just explode. And going to carrillo rec center was like walking in to another time period, men asking the women to dance, and practicing dancing etiquette, and the band....if we had dance cards it would be perfect. And way better than club dancing....which isn't even dancing so much as standing in place and shifting your weight...and then creepy guys want to rub up against you....no thank you.

Not exactly roughing it

Two days of skiing makes a great weekend, it's even better when you're with your favorite person in the world, AND are no longer terrified of the sport. I even skied down blues without my legs freezing up with fear. It was my first time skiing at Vail and Beaver Creek, I think Beaver Creek wins just because I think their slogan is great. Although Vail gets points for their "kids adventure zone" because why wouldn't you put animated characters in the forest for children (and me) to ski through? That's the best thing ever! Followed closely by hand warmers....I don't think I would have hands any longer with them.

I learned about Louisiana today

For your consideration, King Cake:

"This is a King Cake. Everyone and their mama eats a King Cake during the carnival season.
A tradition of the King Cake is that the bakery secretly hides a small plastic baby somewhere in the cake. When the King Cake is cut-up and served, whomever receives the piece with the baby must purchase the next King Cake for everyone.
If someone has never tried King Cake before and is unfamiliar with its hidden newborn custom, a local New Orleanian must warn them “Don’t Eat The Baby.”

"Also known as Twelfth Night Cake, the brioche-style King Cake is prepared in New Orleans bakeries for the period between the Twelfth Night (January 6) and Ash Wednesday.
The tradition is thought to have begun with French settlers, continuing a custom dating back to 12th century France, when a similar cake was used to celebrate the coming of the three wise men bearing gifts twelve days after Christmas, calling it the feast of Epiphany, Twelfth Night, or King's Day.

Though the cakes are baked in many shapes now, they were originally round in shape to portray the circular route taken by the Kings to confuse King Herod who was trying to follow the wise men so he could kill the Christ child.
The cakes usually contain a bean, pea, or a figurine symbolizing the baby Jesus. In 1871 the tradition of choosing the queen of the Mardi Gras was determined by who drew the prize in the cake. It is definitely considered good luck to the person who gets the figure, and that person usually holds the next King Cake party.
The Rex Krewe, a Mardi Gras parade organization, chose the festival's symbolic colors, and since 1872 the colors have been used to tint the cake's icing. The colors of the King Cake are purple for justice, green for faith, and gold for power."

There has to be like a pound of sugar in each piece, it was so sweet I think my teeth are going to fall out.