'I DO feel like dancing...'

She likes to push open my door late at night, and sneak in, sit around a bit, maybe even jump around on my bed, before she leaves, only to come back one or two hours laters. As sweet as Kitty can be, she can be pretty annoying at night, especially when she can pay a night visit to my bedroom.

I usually get woken up by her visit, since she's always so (hyper)active at night, jumping around and up and down, making the bell around her neck ring and ring. So I didn't sleep too well last night, and had to wake up only for work.

With the BIG event drawing closer and closer, I promised my boss to dedicate three days of my week off this week to work. Originally I wanted to spend some time working on my thesis and doing some reading, or even go on a long cycle trip... but a promise is a promise.

There's really lots of things to do, the little organising details and procedures, tonnes of printing to do, evelops to stuff, and emails to write. Less than three weeks, and it's really show time. All these months of preparations and organising the moot court will hopefully all come together and hopefully everything will go smoothly as planned. But before that, there's still a lot of work to be done.

At first I didn't feel like it, since I'm so clumsy with my body, and always feel so self-conscious. But two girls from school managed to convince me (and another) to join as their dance partners for their salsa class. I was pretty tired after work, but still went anyways.... since I had said I would go, and a promise is a promise. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it.

But enjoy salsa I did! Not exactly a pro after the first ever dance lesson, but I guess I'm getting the hang of it... We had to first master the 'simple' the four-step Bolero movement, and from there we could build on the routine... left leg forward, resting the weight on that leg, lifting the right leg up (ONE)... right leg down, resting all the weight on that leg, while lifting the left leg up (TWO)... bring left leg together with right leg (THREE)... rest a little (FOUR)... and repeat, but stepping backward this time. Sounds easy, but with my clumsy and stiff body, it took me a while to get into the rhythm, and the teachers were patient enough to dedicate extra time and attention to me, so I could eventually stop tripping over!

The friend I went with was also very patient with me, and stayed by my side to count the steps as I practiced. I'm not a very 'touchy' person, especially when it comes to girls... which was one reason I originally didn't want to go dancing... but it actually turned out to be alright. We held hands, I rested my hand on her back, and she rested hers on my shoulder, and it was pretty alright. At least I didn't start to shake with nervousness or sweat my palms... though it was still pretty weird to be so close to another person, literally face to face, alsmost lips to lips... especially a girl!

Then came the hip moving... and I realised, boy, I can really move those hips!! : ) Up, down, up down, left, right, left, right... to the beat of quick-beat latin dance music. It was pretty amazing, and the hour of class went by all too quickly. I was sweaty, my stiff bones were aching from having not excercised for I don't know how long, but I was smiling and looking back at myself in the mirror-wall in the dance room.

Till next week!