I went with the family to try to find a Sunday market near Vail, and we came across a coffee shop called Harry's Bump and Grind. For those of you who don't know, my dad's name is Harry. Of course, we had to buy a shirt. And take pictures of him in front of the sign (which I don't have copies of, unfortunately). While waiting for them to get a shirt, I saw "also sprach zarathustra" mentioned in the newspaper referring to Green Day, which was mentioned in a quiz that my dad did the day before, in reference to a Strauss opera, I think.
Big coincedence huh? I mean, if I saw the word "duck" within a few hours, I wouldn't have been impressed. But this was pretty darn random.
So, after that, we went to Octoberfest in Beaver Creek. It was big and interesting enough I suppose, although we mostly went there to find cheap winter wear during the summer. I found a lot of ski boots going for 50 bucks a pop, but nothing really appropriate for me.
Here's a pic I took with my cell phone of the event, notice the polka being danced:
After that, I took an evening shuttle to Denver, and checked into the Doubletree, where the late night (11 PM to 7 AM) milonga was taking place. For more info about the festival, or other events in Denver, check out www.tango.org. I eventually got down there at 11:30, and it had barely started. When it really got rolling, it was pretty well packed, perhaps around eighty couples on the floor at a time. When the entire floor gets into a groove, like it tends to in Denver, the dance really improves. I've noticed that I tend to try to be surrounded by other dancers that I trust.
I was pleased to see people I knew from Orange County, San Diego, St. Louis, Colorado, Seattle, and bunch of other places. It's really enjoyable to get back in touch with old friends, and these festivals make the world seem a bit smaller. By the end of the evening, me and a bunch of good dancers were soaking our respective feet in the hot tub. Earlier they were showing me a bit more on sacadas, and back sacadas. They were working on some crazy airial boleos and ganchos, something that if I ever do, will take a couple years for me to get to. I ended up getting to sleep a little after 8 AM, but it was worth spending time with everyone, and I felt like I learned a lot over a short period of time.
On my flight back, I accidentally went into the first class lines for both ticketing and security. Each time, the women just waved me on, after I realized my mistake. I guess I'm too charming to turn down ;) Seriously though, I wonder what the results of a study given the details of the airport worker and the person trying to break the rules would be? Would tall white guys like me get away with more stuff? Or was this just random coincedence?
Well, all things considered, this was a full weekend, with lots of details omitted because I'm too lazy :p
Big coincedence huh? I mean, if I saw the word "duck" within a few hours, I wouldn't have been impressed. But this was pretty darn random.
So, after that, we went to Octoberfest in Beaver Creek. It was big and interesting enough I suppose, although we mostly went there to find cheap winter wear during the summer. I found a lot of ski boots going for 50 bucks a pop, but nothing really appropriate for me.
Here's a pic I took with my cell phone of the event, notice the polka being danced:
After that, I took an evening shuttle to Denver, and checked into the Doubletree, where the late night (11 PM to 7 AM) milonga was taking place. For more info about the festival, or other events in Denver, check out www.tango.org. I eventually got down there at 11:30, and it had barely started. When it really got rolling, it was pretty well packed, perhaps around eighty couples on the floor at a time. When the entire floor gets into a groove, like it tends to in Denver, the dance really improves. I've noticed that I tend to try to be surrounded by other dancers that I trust.
I was pleased to see people I knew from Orange County, San Diego, St. Louis, Colorado, Seattle, and bunch of other places. It's really enjoyable to get back in touch with old friends, and these festivals make the world seem a bit smaller. By the end of the evening, me and a bunch of good dancers were soaking our respective feet in the hot tub. Earlier they were showing me a bit more on sacadas, and back sacadas. They were working on some crazy airial boleos and ganchos, something that if I ever do, will take a couple years for me to get to. I ended up getting to sleep a little after 8 AM, but it was worth spending time with everyone, and I felt like I learned a lot over a short period of time.
On my flight back, I accidentally went into the first class lines for both ticketing and security. Each time, the women just waved me on, after I realized my mistake. I guess I'm too charming to turn down ;) Seriously though, I wonder what the results of a study given the details of the airport worker and the person trying to break the rules would be? Would tall white guys like me get away with more stuff? Or was this just random coincedence?
Well, all things considered, this was a full weekend, with lots of details omitted because I'm too lazy :p
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