||[Apr. 4th, 2007|11:36 am]
Whole lotta labia.
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Class last night was lovely. I've been taking dance classes for probably 5 years now and I love how it makes a difference in my muscle memory when it comes time to actually dance around a fire. I love cementing fundamentals, layering with techniques I've learned from workshops and trips and videos, and I love how it keeps up with me.. no matter how much of it I want to suck up, there's always more. It's interesting to do while pregnant because some of the movements you're doing don't translate well. Skeletal/muscular movements don't show up well in the abdomen when your abdomen doesn't bend in anymore. I just wanted to say "I'm doing a body wave! Trust me! I can do body waves! Look at my back!" But the movement is such a joy it didn't matter.
The little stranger on the inside loves the classes. She kicks and rolls and when I shimmy and then stop she pops me one as if to say "Put another quarter in!" And she loves the sound of a slow beledi beat... she's going to adore Pennsic.
I got to hug on some of my favorite girlies and even my Widge, whom I have missed fiercely. I got to babble at Kendrah on the ride home (I love her new calling plan) And then I crawled into bed to snuggle with the fella. Not a bad way to finish the day.
Starting it with violent hail at 6:15 might not have been my preference, but such is life. The weather was just craptastic but after the last few days we we were due for it. The babymoon weekend will be on the chilly side, the perfect weather for a hotel room with a jacuzzi tub and a fireplace, a pile of books, and my sweetie. I win!
Having finished the run of the West Wing, ST and I were looking for something else to watch on a regular basis to fill in the Heroes and Who gaps. We decided to pepper the queue with Buffy, B5, and Highlander and see what sticks. Buffy came last night. I watched the show pretty avidly during the original run but had never seen the first episode, I finished it this morning and y'know.. I rather enjoyed it. I could see why I loved it later, and it reaffirmed my belief that somewhere Joss Whedon is devising new ways to fuck with fanfic writers.
Later I went into the kitchen for something and found David Boreanaz stuck in a paper bag.. apparently he'd been trying to act his way out and just didn't make it.
How are you guys?