Right this very minute I hate it. What right does it have to vals into my life and take over? I dream about it, I listen to it constantly, I take classes or practice or dance 5 days a week, I read your blogs. It's become obsessive.
And still, it's not enough.
And I resent this just a bit. I like being single, and it feels like Tango is a new relationship that is eating into all of my time and I can't help but love it because it whispers sweet things in my ear.
I used to do other things. I performed, I wrote, I sewed or knitted, I had friends. Now, it's all tango all the time. I still do some of those things, but you know what? They're about tango. I don't perform but I put the same kind of time that went into rehearsals into tango, I write a blog, I sew shoe bags and skirts that are tango friendly, and I even get knitting inspiration from a tango blogger, and I'm converting friends to become tangueros.
The other day I sat and had coffee and seriously thought about how you could tango on bikes. I even went so far as to begin some sketches on how to alter bikes to allow the embrace. (I think unicycles might actually be the best answer.)
It might actually be too much.
2 comments:
If you get knitting inspiration from a tango blogger, that counts as knitting, not tango. (Knitting is like an icepack for the mind).
Ha ha ha...I'm laughing with you, not at you.
Why does tango do this to us? I still don't know.
I can't knit, but I'm thinking that photography is my icepack for the mind.
Good luck with your obsession. Isn't it nice to know you're in good company, at least?
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