After Drunk

Well well... For starters, the title is just a joke paraphrasing "After Dark". But it is also a reality because yesterday I most definitely drank a whole vineyard.

I hadn't drank as much since before I started dieting. And the best thing: it was all free. But now, I'm enduring the consequences.

Tomorrow I'm playing and then leaving for Athens. Let's see how that goes...


Pain in the abs

Well, I did say this post was going to be about dance and it won't be that far off. But let's take it from a different aspect.

In the summer, after an intensive contemporary dance workshop (and the load of energy I gave it), some kind of epiphany came on me. Dance has always been with me, even when I wasn't formally training. I'm one of those who choreograph themselves, half drunk, on the way home after dark. Well, if things had gone differently I might have seriously tried to be a dancer, but now, choreographer it is. And that leaves me in a sort of new and exciting and scary situation.

My muscles ache quite frequently, I'm challenging all kinds of dances simultaneously (meaning, I'm doing sloppy pirouettes and even sloppier somersaults, but even that is a huge advancement). And hoping for the best.

I'm that much of an addict, that, even when I leave the island, I find someplace to dance. And of course, I watch hours of ballet and listen to classical music. Etc.

Once again, wish me luck. Because this ain't easy...