Okay, so you all know that I love country swing dancing! Well I have some wonderful stories from dancing last night! :)
So I haven't been dancing in the last couple of weeks due to a couple of reasons, but last night I wasn't doing anything so I went!
Experience #1: A tall lanky young-looking guy asked me to dance. Sure! So we go out and he doesn't really know how to do even the basic step...which is fine! We all have to start learning somewhere! He then told me it was his first time! So that's great! I am all for converting people to country swing! And then came the question that I always dread, "Can you teach me something?!" They always assume that I'm a teacher of country swing when I tell them I've been doing it for awhile. But here's the thing...I'm terrible at teaching...anything!! I can usually follow when a man is a good dancer and good at leading, but I don't know what the guy does!
So my teaching this guy last night went as it usually does...
Me: "Okay! So this is a simple one!" I guide him through a simple step. "Now try it!"
He spins me. Well, close...except that there was no spin at all in what I just taught him...
Me: "Okay, that was close! Let me show you a couple more times and then we'll try it again!"
He kind of does it, but not really. Then we go back to the awkward basic step...but it's fine! It's only his first time! I really need to get better at teaching men how to dance! :/
Experience #2: There's always the guy that wants to chat it up on the dance floor. This guy was definitely no exception. We start dancing and he immediately starts spilling out every detail of his day, including how much time he and his roommates had spent watching a certain TV show that I've never heard of.
"Do you watch that show?"
Me: "No, but it sounds good!" (That's what I always say...even though I have no idea if it's good!)
Him: "What TV shows do you watch?"
Me: "I don't really watch TV shows..." (I would if I really wanted to...or if I had TV...)
Him: "So what do you do?"
Me: "I'm an intern for the LDS Church History Department."
Him: "I think they sometimes turn people into drones, ya know? A lot of those people lack personality."
In my mind: "What?! Everybody I work with is awesome!"
Thank you, stranger man, for bashing on people I work with! But whatever, go back to spending hours watching lame TV shows while I work with educated people who are awesome!
Yeah...it's a good thing I really love country swing dancing...or the people that go there might have scared me away a long time ago...
*Good Song: Everything Has Changed by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran
Friday, August 23, 2013
Sunday, August 11, 2013
White Girl Probs and Appreciating First Responders!
Story time, friends! This one is about how I am an awkward white girl!
Okay, so last Monday I was cooking dinner for my ward dinner group. The doorbell rings and I went to answer the door. A young African American man was standing on my doorstep. He looked all snazzy in his slacks, vest, white shirt, and tie. Turns out he's from Virginia and he's out here selling books. He was telling me about this program that gets kids out of the hood and earning money for themselves, to get them off government aid. We talked for a few minutes and I offered him a drink of water. (It was hot outside okay?!)
He said no and he was telling me a little bit about Virginia and the Civil War sites. He then asked, "Have you ever been to the hood before?" I thought about it for a second, about times when I'd been in shady parts of New York City, Los Angeles, and Phoenix. I also thought of some of the ghetto places I'd lived while on my mission in Australia. So I answered, "Yeah, I've been to some hoods." (Seriously, that's what I said!) This kid starts laughing! And I was like, "Oh my gosh...I'm so white!" Which is fine, I reckon...sometimes I just say the dumbest things! But I'm good at laughing at myself, so it was fine! We became fast friends and I finally convinced him to come inside for a drink of water.
This next part actually has nothing to do with the above story.
I was driving back to Salt Lake last weekend from my family reunion in Arizona. As I was driving on the freeway, I spotted a highway patrol car. The officer was outside changing a tire for another vehicle. I thought about all the first responders I've known, police officers, firefighters, EMTs, paramedics, etc. All the ones I've known are incredible, spending long hours in training, working, and helping others. They continually save lives, put their own on the line, and deal with incredibly stressful situations. I don't think they get as much appreciation as they deserve. So thank you first responders for all you do! I think you're awesome! :)
Okay, so last Monday I was cooking dinner for my ward dinner group. The doorbell rings and I went to answer the door. A young African American man was standing on my doorstep. He looked all snazzy in his slacks, vest, white shirt, and tie. Turns out he's from Virginia and he's out here selling books. He was telling me about this program that gets kids out of the hood and earning money for themselves, to get them off government aid. We talked for a few minutes and I offered him a drink of water. (It was hot outside okay?!)
He said no and he was telling me a little bit about Virginia and the Civil War sites. He then asked, "Have you ever been to the hood before?" I thought about it for a second, about times when I'd been in shady parts of New York City, Los Angeles, and Phoenix. I also thought of some of the ghetto places I'd lived while on my mission in Australia. So I answered, "Yeah, I've been to some hoods." (Seriously, that's what I said!) This kid starts laughing! And I was like, "Oh my gosh...I'm so white!" Which is fine, I reckon...sometimes I just say the dumbest things! But I'm good at laughing at myself, so it was fine! We became fast friends and I finally convinced him to come inside for a drink of water.
This next part actually has nothing to do with the above story.
I was driving back to Salt Lake last weekend from my family reunion in Arizona. As I was driving on the freeway, I spotted a highway patrol car. The officer was outside changing a tire for another vehicle. I thought about all the first responders I've known, police officers, firefighters, EMTs, paramedics, etc. All the ones I've known are incredible, spending long hours in training, working, and helping others. They continually save lives, put their own on the line, and deal with incredibly stressful situations. I don't think they get as much appreciation as they deserve. So thank you first responders for all you do! I think you're awesome! :)
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