You Got The Heart, You Got The Motion

The week prior, I had gotten asked several times by Lord Junior about attending the Friday night dance at the Electric Dance Hall. The event was mentioned a couple of times, and he was really interested in starting to do social dances every other week. They were also going to have an intermediate-level class on International Rumba just before the dance, so I thought I could head there for the class, work on some Rumba things, and then stick around for a while. I told Sparkledancer that I was going, and she in turn sent word out to her list of other dancers that they should all come too, just for a change of pace. In the end, it was only Sparkledancer and I that showed up, along with a number of newer students from the Electric Dance Hall whom I had never met before. Because the majority of the people there had never done any Rumba before, the class TheTouch1turned into an hour of basic International Rumba figures like the basic, getting into fan position, the Rumba walks and a spot turn. Since all but one of the ladies I danced with were people I’d never met before, I tried really hard to set a good example and assist people who were struggling a bit with the concepts, but I couldn’t hold a serious dance face for long, so often times I would end up making jokes and laughing. It took some work, but I eventually got some of them to even laugh with me. I get the impression that they were a bit put off by all the other men being all serious and working hard to learn the steps, and me being silly and telling them to flex their massively strong shoulder muscles (like mine, obviously) to keep their arms from being all floppy while I turned them.

When class was over, we had a few minutes to collect ourselves before the dance started. Some people went to go get a glass of wine (the parties at the Electric Dance Hall are nothing if not classy), and I started talking to the others. Eventually, Sparkledancer and I had all these newer students gathered around us as they listened to us prattle on about all the dance things that we do, like where else we’ve gotten training, the competitions we’ve done together, and our dance field trips we try and take. As we learned, it turns out that Sparkledancer TheTouch2and I have been dancing together for longer than all of these other students have been dancing combined. Some of them had been dancing for longer than she and I had danced alone before we met, so a few knew some things. A couple of them seemed particularly intrigued by the fact that we would just go out in big groups to random places and just dance the night away. I wonder if that is just something that most people don’t really think about – that if you go somewhere and take dance lessons, then you can go other places and attend dance parties and invariably use the skills that you picked up in your lessons. It seems like such a simple concept, but it seems to surprise people to find that I go out dancing at events not hosted by the studio where my instructor teaches, just for the fun of it. It’s not that strange, is it?

As we were talking, a few other random people who hadn’t come for the group class showed up to take part in the dance party. Mister was actually one of those people to show up, but I didn’t get to talk to him much since he spent a lot of time going back and forth between dancing with Sparkledancer and dancing with some young blonde girl who had come alone to the party. Because most of the people who were there were people who hadn’t been dancing too long, the few times when I managed to grab Sparkledancer and dance looked really impressive since no one else on the floor (except the Dance Lords who were wandering around) knew as much as we did. Every now and then, being in a situation like that is helpful to make you feel good about all your dancing and practicing. It also worked against me that night though, since I would try and go grab someone else to dance and they would look really intimidated, because as they told me they were afraid of screwing things up while we danced. For the first dances with each person, I tried to explain that the only way to really improve is to practice what you’ve learned, or I just talked about random things to distract them and did the basic steps just to keep them at ease. It was a good night. Even though the dance was scheduled to go late into the night (and promised to get crazier, as more people had more wine throughout), Sparkledancer and I ended up cutting out early to go meet some others from the Land of the Loft for ice cream, as we usually do on Friday nights.

This trip for ice cream though gifted me with an unexpected surprise. Lord Fabulous had handed out the scores from the last competition that night, and Jack and Diane had been kind enough to grab the papers for me and Sparkledancer so that we could have them that night. I tried to glance at them briefly and make some sense of them, but it was dark outside of the ice cream parlor so reading them was difficult. I decided to take the data sheet over to my friend, the greatest leader of our time, so that he could interpret the numbers and help me figure things out. After all, he is a robot and is quite good at computational analysis. Here is what he showed me after evaluating the data:

  • Our worst was the first American Viennese Waltz of the day. It was the second heat I did, and only the 13th heat of the whole day. Why they decided to do Viennese Waltz so early is beyond me. The next time we did American Viennese Waltz was one of the highest scores I got all day, so I’m going to chalk it up to being early morning.
  • The highest score received was a four-way tie for heats in American Cha-Cha (it’s a surprise to me as well), American Viennese Waltz (as mentioned), Samba and then West Coast Swing. As you can probably guess, the West Coast Swing heat we scored the highest in was the one where we wore sunglasses.
  • If you take the average of the scores for each style of dance, overall our best style was… West Coast Swing. I know that this is a mathematical average based on only two heats, but I feel good placing it at the top regardless. What strikes me about this most is that we were the only ones out there, so the judge would have had lots of time to watch our style and technique to see any flaws. Since he still scored us so highly in both heats, it must actually mean something.
  • Since I’ve said so much about West Coast Swing, I will mention that our second best average score was in Mambo.
  • Our worst average score was in International Tango. I definitely called that one earlier, if you remember…

He was also nice enough to compare these new results against the results I got TheTouch3back from competing in this same event last year (last year was actually the first multi-dance competition where Sparkledancer and I danced together). At that time, we only did routines for eight styles of dance during the competition. Of those eight styles, we scored better on average this year in East Coast Swing, Foxtrot, Mambo, Waltz and West Coast Swing, but we got better average scores last year in Bolero, Cha-Cha and Rumba. The comparison is not exact he told me, since we did all our heats this year in a higher rank than we did last year, but that is how the numbers look when compared side by side. “Do not rely solely on the numbers to tell you how you did.” he said to me. “Keep in mind that this year you also did almost twice as many heats and almost three times as many routines, so that is a major improvement by itself. If you continue to work hard and practice like you have been, next year you will be able to do even better. I’d bet my titanium torsion bars on it.”

It’s great when someone you look up to believes in you (even if they’re imaginary), isn’t it? So inspiring!

This weekend there are talks of taking another dance field trip to a dance hall that we all went to back in March. I don’t know if there will be a large turnout since it is a holiday weekend, and some people I have heard actually go on holiday (non-dance related things? That’s crazy!). They are offering a class in Hustle before the social dance though, which is really exciting because I haven’t learned many new things for Hustle in the last year. If I can find them between now and then, I’ll make a point to invite all of the people I met at the social dance last weekend at the Electric Dance Hall so that they can come along and experience for themselves those things they listened so intently to me describing. That’s what dance friends are for.


It’s Got A Beat That You Can Dance To

(Picking up where I left off on 5/1/2014)

Once we all got back from lunch, we began the American Rhythm and International Latin heats. I hadn’t anticipated the lunch break to cause me to lose focus, but just like in the morning, the first few heats I danced in the afternoon were not that great. For instance, the first Pasodoble heat was pretty bad. I got cut off by someone else on the floor, causing me to break routine in order to avoid running into someone, and then I was trying my best to do lead-and-follow Pasodoble until the first break in the song when we could get back into our Spanish line and pause, allowing me to get back on track. I learned from that first Pasodoble heat that I would need to either start more offset from everyone else to avoid having this problem again, or I would need to use the fact that I am quite a bit bigger than the other dancers to intimidate them into breaking routine to avoid me instead of me avoiding them. During the American Rhythm routines I was a lot more flexible with the routine order. I knew the structure of figures that we had originally set up when choreographing the dances, but Sparkledancer and I have both spent a lot more time working on American Rhythm than anything else, so breaking routine and just allowing me to lead whatever I felt like was easy for us to do. After the first few mishap heats, I got back into the groove so things did improve considerably going forward.

The Samba routines I am actually particularly proud of… but probably not for the reason you would first guess. Some of you might be familiar with the running promenade figure that exists in Samba (it also exists, as I’ve been told, in East Coast Swing). When our routine was put together, we had one of the long walls that is essentially just that figure from one corner to the other. I’ve never been too fond of the figure, so it is probably what I spent the least amount of time working on during all the Samba work that I’ve done. Sure, mechanically Sparkledancer and I could pull it off, and during rehearsals we got through it without anyone giving us any negative feedback, but it never really felt good. During the competition, in our first Samba heat we were last in line to take to the floor. All the other dancing pairs had staked out a spot at the beginning corner of one of the two long walls, as most dancers are wont to do. Since things looked a little crowded, I pulled Sparkledancer over to the closest corner that started a short wall instead, just to give us Rhythm1some space between the other competitors. I started our routine with the figures that composed our final short wall, so that when I got to the next corner we would start from what we learned as the beginning of the routine. The nice thing about starting in that corner was that not only did I have a fair amount of space to myself, since I was essentially one wall behind everyone else, but the heat ended before I got to the second long wall where we had the running promenades! The first Samba heat this was totally by accident, but every other Samba heat (including the Samba in the 5-dance Latin championship) I also started in this same corner, and there was only one heat where they ran the song slightly longer so that we got about halfway through the second long wall doing the running promenades. I was really happy with that.

Going in to the afternoon, the thing that I was most anticipating was the West Coast Swing. There were two rounds that I could see on the heat sheet I was given in the morning. Sparkledancer and I had discussed a plan for our West Coast Swing, knowing that we were likely going to be the only ones dancing in those heats much like last year. We had planned to make our last West Coast Swing heat different than any of the preceding ones. Luckily, there were only two, so our plan would make both unique enough so that people could notice. For the first heat, when we got to the floor we took a second to wave and make some flourishes to the crowd before starting the dance. The first run through I kept the figures pretty basic. The most complicated move that I threw Rhythm2in was this running left-hand pivot thing (I don’t really know the actual names of West Coast Swing figures). When we finished, I spun Sparkledancer out and we bowed to the crowd before walking off the floor. I didn’t see it, but people in the audience told me that while we were walking off Miracle Whip had frantically drawn a large ‘10’ on a sheet of paper and was holding it up for us. Slightly less than 20 heats later was our second shot. This time as we walked out, I kept Sparkledancer close to my right side. When we got to the middle of the floor, I spun her out and we waved meekly at the audience. As the music started, we both pulled out a pair of sunglasses: mine had been tucked beneath my cummerbund on my right side, and Sparkledancer had tucked hers into her dress on the left, and we slowly put them on and then smiled at the audience. Everyone went nuts when we did that, as I had hoped for. We started dancing, and after the first two turns I threw in the most complicated figure that we knew, something that Sir Steven had once called the “Sailor Shuffle” though I don’t know if that’s actually the name. It’s a long and dramatic figure, and I had timed it just right so that we were facing the audience when we opened up. As the song wrapped up, I spun Sparkledancer out dramatically once more and we took an extended bow before sauntering off the floor slowly, giving high-fives to the audience members we passed closely by.

At the end of the afternoon we had the Latin and Rhythm championship rounds. We were going to be in two of those. As I’m sure I mentioned, we had originally signed up to be in the 5-dance Latin round because I thought it would be fun, but Lord Fabulous had also placed us in the 3-dance Rhythm round unexpectedly (we did get a couple of days advanced notice, but it was still unexpected). So of the four championship rounds in the afternoon, we were in the first and last. Because we didn’t originally plan on signing up for it, we hadn’t put as much time into our American Rhythm dances as we had everything else, so I had told Sparkledancer that there was a good chance we would just go out there and have fun using the version of the routines that we had used earlier in the day (that didn’t necessarily match the version of the routines we had had choreographed for us). Once we wrapped that round up, the 5-dance Rhythm took to the floor. Jack and Diane had opted to be in that round, so Sparkledancer and I took a spot Rhythm3near the floor where we could watch and cheer along with everyone else from our little group. As they made their way off, the 3-dance Latin started up. This round was smaller, with only two couples taking part, because everyone else had signed up for the 5-dance Latin. We were one of six couples participating, and we were the only pair of amateurs facing off against all male instructors with their female students. This was my last real dance of the day, so I really gave it all I had left. By the time we had finished up, the shirt I had on underneath my Latin dance outfit was sticking to my body because of all the sweat, and I had this big goofy grin on my face that wouldn’t go away. I had one person in the audience later tell me that I looked really out of place during the Pasodoble final, since it’s a very serious dance, and I was smiling and laughing the whole while.

With that over, it was finally time to wind down. Everyone parted ways for a while so that we could all get cleaned up and we promised that those of us attending the after-party would meet up for dinner. The others got done cleaning up first (I actually went to take a shower, I felt so gross), and they couldn’t find the place they originally wanted to get dinner, so we ended up somewhere that I could get pancakes. I was quite happy about that. Maybe I’ll look into having pancakes after all future competitions because of how good they were. Once dinner was done, we all met back at the Great Dance Hall. The evening party was pretty laid back, and I didn’t end up doing a whole lot of dancing during it, opting instead to spend time talking to people. I did get pulled into a crazy Merengue line dance where we had difficulty. Everyone started out joining hands in a big circle, but as more and more people started coming in from all sides, people started to jump in wherever they wanted. I had the hand of this shorter lady, and the group made the move to go underneath our arms. Keeping time marching with the music, the people on the other side of me kept twisting and moving me around, while people kept going underneath my other arm. Once things settled down a little bit, I started to notice that the steady stream of people going beneath my arm wasn’t tapering off like it should, and my shoulder was starting to protest. When I watched Tall Steven go beneath my arm for the third time, I knew something was terribly amiss. I followed the line of people holding his hands all the way around, and found that there were actually two sets of people – one circle of people that were going beneath my arm on one side and through the arms of the people two down from me, and then the line of people I was holding on to who were actually a line, and not joined in a circle. I shouted to the people that we were messed up, and the line I was a part of started moving again to see if we could break the circle and link with them to form just one big circle, but then the song ended. We all had a laugh and I walked off to the side of the floor to stretch out my shoulder a bit.

Later on, they pushed everyone back to the edge so that the Princess and Hot Tottie could do a performance number. They did a dance to a popular song from a recent animated movie about a queen with ice powers (I’m sure you can guess which movie and song I’m talking about). Hot Tottie really showed off the power he has in his haunches, because the boy leaped several times and did the splits in the air, with at least four feet between the floor and where his legs were. There was also this funny moment when he was supposed to catch the Princess as she ran a jumped into his arms, but he didn’t catch her properly so he strained a bit to keep from dropping her. Finally, after the performance wrapped up came the moment we had all been waiting for: the results of the championship rounds. This is where the night took an awkward turn… the first set they announced the results for that I was in was the 4-dance Smooth. The Princess took a moment to hush the crowd, and then said some really unexpected things. She gave this speech about how they had actually run two different competitions, one for the Pro-Am couples, and one for the Amateurs. This wasn’t, as she said, to rate us differently or to pity us, but to acknowledge that there was a lot more Rhythm4that went into getting out on the floor without an instructor to rely on, and showcase our bravery. After they went through the ranking of all the Pro-Am couples, they had them all walk off the floor and then called Sparkledancer and I out. So in essence, we got first place. Or last place. Or both. It was awkward to be singled out like that, since all the other competitions we have been in we had always been ranked against everyone else. We knew going into it that most likely the Pro-Am couples would place higher than us, but we hadn’t expected this.

After getting over the initial shock, it went further downhill as she moved on to the 5-dance Standard championship. Announcing the rating for that, the first couple she called up in 6th place was… Jack and Diane. The only other amateur couple that participated in any of the championship rounds besides me and Sparkledancer. She went all the way through announcing all six places, they took a picture, and then they had them leave the floor. She moved on to the next announcement for the 3-dance Rhythm, called Sparkledancer and I out separately again, and then someone mentioned something to her and she went back and called up Jack and Diane, saying that they didn’t actually get last place, but first place in the Amateur competition for that championship. Once they took a new picture with just the two of them, they came back and stood over where Sparkledancer and I were. They got called separately for the 5-dance Rhythm round without any mix-up like before, and then they did the 5-dance Latin rankings. All six couples who were on the floor for that (including us) lined up as she announced the Pro-Am order. When the winner was announced, the crowd started cheering wildly for the girl who won, and then they totally forgot about Sparkledancer and I standing there, and someone put on a song and everyone started dancing again.

Having gotten through the announcements, Jack, Diane, Sparkledancer and I just stood there speechless for a while. Once the Heartbreak Kid and Bony came and found us, we all decided to go out and get ice cream. It had been a long day, and the ending was pretty weird, so we made a graceful exit to go get a treat.

You Do Your Body Work

Last weekend Lady Q was out of town, so the task of teaching her Pilates class fell to Lord Fabulous. Rather than try and teach Pilates (he has tried in the past, and it didn’t go so well…), he spent the class period teaching a surprise course that went over movement of body energy – how the body stretches and flows in the direction your movement is trying to flow. Since the class was smaller than normal (and it’s an early morning class on a Saturday, so it’s already a small class), Lord Fabulous thought it was a good opportunity to try out teaching this material since it really didn’t fit into any of the already scheduled classes they have going right now, and to see how we would all react to learning it. There was one crazy activity BodyWork1that exemplifies what I took away from the class – we were told to pretend that we had a ball of energy in one of our hands, and we were moving our whole bodies to move that ball of energy around. This started off as a solo exercise, but as the class progressed we paired off and were told to place our hands against our partners to “share” the ball of energy and move the other person without “moving” them, but rather allowing the energy of the movement to signal to the other person how they needed to move their body. Sometimes this turned into a flexibility and strength test, where we would push each other just to see how much movement the other person could handle just for fun. One partner I had got a bit carried away near the end and was convinced that she could knock me over by shifting her weight forward unexpectedly so that I would falter trying to hold her up.

It was an interesting class to go through. I’ll admit that I missed Pilates a bit. Even though it is early on a Saturday, it does help me get out of bed and get warmed up and stretched out for the rest of the day. I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, so I probably would have gotten more out of the class had it been offered later in the day when I was more awake. Lord Fabulous seemed pleased with how the class went, so I’m sure we will go through something like that again someday.

Want to know a secret? I think I really like the Pasodoble. I think I may have to put some significant effort into learning that style. There is something so ridiculous and dramatic about it, it never fails to bring a smile to my face. And no matter what else is going on, if anyone starts dancing in that style, everyone seems to turn and look. Last night, Chanel, Sparkledancer and I were standing in the middle of the studio after the Tango class and were discussing the funny cape-like movement that the ladies had learned. When we started practicing that movement, you could feel all the eyes in the room turn to watch us. Later on in the evening, Sir Steven was showing Sparkledancer and I some new movements for fun, and the group class that was going on in the other half of the room stopped and every head turned to watch what we were doing (I could see them all in the mirror, so none of them can deny it). Every time I see the people stopping to watch, it makes me laugh. I don’t know if I could keep a straight face while doing a Pasodoble routine, but I think I am going to have a goal to try and add one to my competition repertoire. It would be worth the effort, I believe.

Our Friday night outings have gotten much larger the last couple of weeks. After the Friday night social dance at the Land of the Loft, we have still been going out for ice cream. What started as a small group of us in the beginning has turned into… well, everyone. The last two weeks we somehow had everyone who had been at the studio for the dance (save for the staff, who aren’t allowed to fraternize with us outside of the business) meeting with us to get dessert and talk afterward. As you can imagine, a lot of the talk centers on dancing, since it is the one thing all of us in this rather motley crew have in common. In some ways, it’s nice to be able to all go out as one big “dance family” and spend time together, but it seems like the more people that show up, the less we end up talking as a group and the more we end up talking in several smaller groups. It will make it much harder to talk with everyone and make plans if we decide to go off on an adventure together.

Speaking of adventure… this weekend there will most likely be another dance field trip. This one wouldn’t be just random ballroom-style dancing at a random dance club, but actual ballroom dancing with an actual orchestra playing in an actual ballroom. I’m not sure if anyone will actually go with me, but I think that Sparkledancer has expressed interest. That’s probably mostly because the place is offering some dance lessons during the afternoon before the evening social dance, and she likes to go to all the classes I go to so that we can continue to dance at the same level when we compete. If it happens, I’ll be sure to tell you all about how awesome it is.

In other dance field trip news, it will only be a little over a week before denizens from all over the Dance Kingdom will be gathering at the Great Dance Hall for the Halloween dance party that they host every year. This one is an officially sanctioned dance field trip, hosted by the King and the Princess. I went to this party last year, and it was a lot of fun. In many ways, it’s a lot like going to a dance competition – everyone gathering together, wearing some kind of costume and dancing for a long time. Last year they had some game to try and encourage people to dance together socially. Being new to the Dance Kingdom when I went last year, I didn’t get very far in the game, because I was so unsure of my dance skills that I mostly stood on the outside of the room and watched what everyone else was doing, only venturing out onto the dance floor with other people who attended from the Land of the Loft that I already knew.

BodyWork2 The few of us left at the Land of the Loft who were here for that party last year have been telling everyone that they all need to get dressed up and go with us this year. It will be so much more fun if we all go together, kind of like our Friday night ice cream outings, except we can actually dance since we won’t be on concrete. It’s also rumored to be a friends and family welcome event, so if any of you are in the area, find yourselves a costume and join us for the night!

It’s Friday, Friday, Kind Of Let Down On Friday…

Friday turned out to be a strange sort of night.

I felt kind of let down at the luau party. No one that I had invited showed up. The party was a good time, but by the end of the night when no strangers that had been interested when I talked to them had arrived, I knew that my attempts at being a dance ambassador had failed. Maybe I am not really as cut out for that job as I had thought. Does this mean that I will have to go back to Dance Ambassador training camp? What am I doing wrong? Maybe there is a different way to approach people and get them interested in coming to dance with us. What if I had danced for them? No, that might have scared them away, screaming and tearing their hair out. Perhaps I need to start bringing the ladies from the studio around with me wherever I go. They are much nicer to look at, and probably less threatening when talking to other ladies about going dancing than I am.

The night went well though. Several other members of our little land brought people with them to show them what we do for fun. The normal group classes that run on Friday nights were thrown out so that we could go over the basics of a few dancers, to give all those who had never danced before an idea of something to do during the late night dance party. Another thing that the Lords and Lady set up to impress the new faces in the crowd was a couple of performances Friday1by the nobles. Sir Steven and Lady Q performed a Bolero routine together that made all of the Bolero steps that I know look really sad – when the two of them (who both obviously know what they’re doing) dance together, it makes me feel like I don’t know a whole lot. Lord Fabulous had invited one of the Ladies from the Land of the Lake to stop by and perform a Viennese Waltz routine with him. Near the end of it, they got to a point and he lifted her off the ground, twirling around while holding her. Remember last week when I said normal rotations in Viennese Waltz were terrifying? I’m sure I could find a girl I could pick up and spin like that, but finding one brave enough to let me do that while rotating that quickly is questionable. It was pretty awesome to watch.

The Princess and the King also showed up for the party. That was an unexpected twist. I had thought that it was going to be a quiet evening that wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary, aside from the random new people who showed up. Then they appeared, and there was clapping and cheering, and suddenly I had this inexplicable feeling that I had to be on my best behavior. However, unlike previous parties I have gone to in the Dance Kingdom where this pair of royalty would be mingling with the crowd and the Princess would be dancing with various students on and off throughout the night, the two of them danced together almost exclusively. It was surprisingFriday2 for the fact that usually the King stands off to the side, taking pictures and video or keeping the peace – doing Kingly duties, as one might expect. It turns out that he is actually quite the accomplished dancer himself, and I guess I just never really registered that fact before, until watching the two of them that night. The only time the two of them split up seemed to be when there was a line dance put on. Let me tell you, I don’t know if I have ever heard the Wobble for so long before. So… much… Wobbling… especially at the end of the night, where they put it on as the last dance. The Princess had all this energy and the song just kept going and going, and she was loving it. Looking around at all the faces on the dance floor, you could see how tired everyone was by this point of the night, but everyone just kept Wobbling, and the Princess kept cheering them all on.

Then it was over. Released from the studio, we went off to the ice cream parlor to meet up again. This week we somehow convinced some new people who had never joined us before to come along. The weird part was that when we got there, the banished student Flexy was waiting for us. She was in a rather good mood when I spoke with her briefly, telling me about how she had joined another kingdom, and was quite excited that after her first day there, she had already learned a Quickstep routine. She made mention of how her new instructor was so good at teaching things, so she picked up this new Quickstep routine so quickly… without seeming to take into account Friday3the serious leg up she was given by learning the basics of Quickstep from Sir Steven while a member of the Dance Kingdom. We tried to keep the conversations with her lighthearted and avoid talking directly about the things we were doing over at the Dance Kingdom. The new people that we had invited to join us (none of whom had been dancing for very long) didn’t know her, and we didn’t want her to say anything bad about her being banished. When she was talking with just me, and she started to go off on seemingly teenage tirades about her treatment there, I would tell her a joke and thus disarm the conversation. I’ve spent enough time around her, and I know how to use her attention deficit against her. When she was on the other side of the group talking with Enthusiasm and Bony, Enthusiasm later told me that she was doing the same thing – steering the conversation along to keep the bad blood out of our fun night.

So yeah, strange Friday. This weekend we should be back to a more normal rotation on Friday night. If I’m lucky, I may even get to bed before 1:00AM so that I won’t be so tired Saturday morning when I get up to make it back to the studio by 10:00AM for Lady Q’s Pilates class. Maybe. I’m not putting any money on that yet though.