| London Lindy Exchange |
[Apr. 17th, 2007|10:13 pm] |
Okay, so I promised Liz that I'd post about LLX, and I keep getting distracted by Alex's fucking VB problems, and other stuff
From the thursday to the sunday, I totalled a decent amount of dancing:
thursday was 8:00-11:30 (swing thing: a weekly event at the Thames Boat Club)
friday was 9:00-1:00 (LLX welcome party)
saturday was 3-5 then 9-12 (theoretically 3:00, but I couldn't be arsed with the night bus after Friday's not getting in until 4 or 5 in the morning),
sunday was pub from 2 then dancing 7-9 (Could have been 11, but I had a headache, and I got tired of Lotte's friends appearing out of nowhere to dance with me in an obviously conscripted manner)
That's well over 12 hours of dancing in 4 days, which I say is pretty good going.
I initially attributed my headache to the annoying disco lights (which should be banned from all Swing events, as they are evil and tacky), but I am coming to suspect that it may have been the obligatory LLX plague that you get from dancing with people from all over the world, with their various interesting diseases.
Friday was the best dance night I've ever had. I arrived quite early, so I got to dance with loads of random people on a spacious floor, even before the cambridge guys arrived. Water was £1/bottle, but apples/oranges were free, so they provided the bulk of my refreshment. I narrowly avoided blisters, but my feet hurt the following morning, after walking home from chingford mount's night bus stop. Honourable mentions include: Jen[ny, but only with a british accent], Mandy, Natalie (with a T), tall-bald-guy-who-sat-next-to-me-on-the-coach-whose-name-escapes-me.
Saturday afternoon was good and chilled, but the floor was all sticky and yuk, which was less good. Jen and Natalie revealed themselves (and a canadian guy, whose name escapes me) to be sex-obsessed, of the explicit, american school. Honourable mentions include: "girl with duck taped shoes", Poppy, Monica (textile designer). Caption for the event was "Don't move, I'm getting my bag [from between your legs]"
Sunday was a live band, and it was a great display of dancing if you wanted to get people interested in Lindy Hop, because there was plenty of space at the beginning, so there were lots of swing-outs and variations thereof. There was also a jam session towards the end of the band's set, which was great to watch. I was still tired from friday night
Sunday afternoon was good, if a little overpriced (£4/magners or £3/lemonade). I heard lots of cool stories, and saw lots of funny dancing on the mini dance area set aside in the pub.
Sunday evening had lots of interesting girls-leading-guys, which was fun to watch, but I wasn't in much of a dancing mood, and they had disco lights (!), which didn't agree with me.
There is much else that happened, but my mind is not capable of noting it all down in one go. Can I go now? |
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