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[burntcopper]

Went to the salsa night at the local tapas bar. Fun, but if my feet could remember where and when they're supposed to be moving it would be good. Miss a step whilst dancing with partner and they get tangled - can do turns easy enough, but I kept forgetting the extra step after. Got complimented on *not* looking at my feet by one of the experienced people who came in after 8, and I had to admit I had the Dirty Dancing rules going through my head - 'Head up, don't look at your feet' and ;this is my space, that is your space. I don't enter your space, you don't enter mine. Spaghetti arms!'

Aside from that, cursing the sewing machine I have on loan as I can't seem to get the tension right. And doing the same on this Wes Dad issues essay.

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[samphirette.livejournal.com]

Now I have the song "love is strange" going through my head :)

Still a great film