Last night I took part, as a performer, in the Atlanta Jazz Dance Preservation Society‘s 1st annual benefit gala and performance showcase. Needless to say, preparations for the event were hectic and stressful and exhausting. But, the end result was magnificent. I really enjoyed performing last night. I hadn’t been on a stage of that caliber since my days of ballet recitals. It was definitely fun. I’m surprised I wasn’t more nervous. Usually, I’m a wreck.

Well, the show was a success. We concluded the evening with a dance in the theater lobby complete with the Hotlanta Dixieland Band (my favorite Atlanta jazz band), and an open bar. It was a good good night.

I had a really wonderful weekend. My last, as a Rochester resident. It was the best Stompology yet. And at some point over the weekend I realized that Stompology can be my yealy mile-marker of sorts for how my dancing has evolved. The first Stompology was at the end of my first year dancing. I remember being extremely nervous. I was not used to jams or anything like that and all of my dancing was extremely timid. By the second Stompology I was a bit more comfortable but as far as solo movement was concerned I don’t think I was dancing like myself. I had energy, yes, but I had no clue where to place it. I almost feel like I was dancing like a boy. Lots of energy and big movement but not taking advantage of my femininity. This year I feel like I was finally dancing like a girl. I’m enjoying myself so much more. Ahh, I’m really going to miss this place and all it’s given me.

I was watching “Shall We Dance” today and found myself rewinding over and over to watch this scene:

Fred and Ginger are amazing.

Man, I can’t even stand up on roller skates :-p