Tango classes and huge protests
No. These are about the same thing.
To wit. I went to a tango class (on my own) today. [note: cool Australian chick has danced tango longer than yours truly] Hated it. The class was billed as All Levels. Hardly. I know a tiny bit, so I was put with what I can only imagine was an intermediate dancer. Or, he liked to think he was an intermediate dancer. What was being taught was well into intermediate level, if not beginning advanced. It was lovely, but not something I could realistically do. And the instructor said boo to me only when finding out how much I've studied tango. The second guy I danced with, already mentioned above, kept trying to get his attention for some help, to no avail. I was left to the devices of a couple leads, without any intervention from either instructor. Then the female instructor showed up [late] and started barking orders like a constipated drill sargeant. It was at this point I left. No. Thank. You.
It is worth noting that the classes I've already taken here are an intermediate level, and 1. I was able to participate just fine; and 2. were not the level of difficulty of the class today. Also, I was not so awkward or fumbling when I danced with the NZ fellow on Friday night. So, bad class or bad leads? Dunno. Don't care.
I walked out after 30 minutes, and I do not intend on going back to this particular studio. At all. Nunca.
At least I didn't pay for four classes up front, which is what I originally intended to do...
So, time to find another studio for a class.
On to protests. Today is the anniversary of the financial crisis in Argentina. What does this mean for me? Well, you might remember that I've mentioned that I live mere blocks from Congreso. Yes, dear reader, there are at least three protests today. The largest of which is pretty much outside my front door. Just try taking a taxi in this city... Though, I had a lovely taxi driver after I ditched my class, and he did a very quick and relatively quick drop off [albeit eight blocks from my residence, but I opted to get out there and walk].
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the Australian chick and I are still getting along famously. She's even been oh-so-graceful and indulgent in dealing with my PMS rantings and mood swings. Really, this is a bad case of PMS, and she's tolerated more than one could ever expect a new friend to. She talks just as much as I do (read: A Lot), and we just have a great synchronicity. We went for manicures and pedicures on Saturday. She's a doll and I adore her. I envy her hair.
To wit. I went to a tango class (on my own) today. [note: cool Australian chick has danced tango longer than yours truly] Hated it. The class was billed as All Levels. Hardly. I know a tiny bit, so I was put with what I can only imagine was an intermediate dancer. Or, he liked to think he was an intermediate dancer. What was being taught was well into intermediate level, if not beginning advanced. It was lovely, but not something I could realistically do. And the instructor said boo to me only when finding out how much I've studied tango. The second guy I danced with, already mentioned above, kept trying to get his attention for some help, to no avail. I was left to the devices of a couple leads, without any intervention from either instructor. Then the female instructor showed up [late] and started barking orders like a constipated drill sargeant. It was at this point I left. No. Thank. You.
It is worth noting that the classes I've already taken here are an intermediate level, and 1. I was able to participate just fine; and 2. were not the level of difficulty of the class today. Also, I was not so awkward or fumbling when I danced with the NZ fellow on Friday night. So, bad class or bad leads? Dunno. Don't care.
I walked out after 30 minutes, and I do not intend on going back to this particular studio. At all. Nunca.
At least I didn't pay for four classes up front, which is what I originally intended to do...
So, time to find another studio for a class.
On to protests. Today is the anniversary of the financial crisis in Argentina. What does this mean for me? Well, you might remember that I've mentioned that I live mere blocks from Congreso. Yes, dear reader, there are at least three protests today. The largest of which is pretty much outside my front door. Just try taking a taxi in this city... Though, I had a lovely taxi driver after I ditched my class, and he did a very quick and relatively quick drop off [albeit eight blocks from my residence, but I opted to get out there and walk].
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the Australian chick and I are still getting along famously. She's even been oh-so-graceful and indulgent in dealing with my PMS rantings and mood swings. Really, this is a bad case of PMS, and she's tolerated more than one could ever expect a new friend to. She talks just as much as I do (read: A Lot), and we just have a great synchronicity. We went for manicures and pedicures on Saturday. She's a doll and I adore her. I envy her hair.
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