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Mood: dizzy.
Right now i want... to be not dizzy.

so close to now you're tuning into this charming blog to find out how my oft mentioned first dance class, er, classes, went. well. to properly tell the story, i must go back to the horrid headache i was talking about earlier.

i had a lot of pain killers. probably too many. on very little food. the lesson: bad idea. especially when you're then going dancing, where there inevitably will be twirling.

ok, so first i had the find stanford, then the class. i got lost, on both accounts. i first got directions from an indian cabbie with very bad english, then a bewildered student wondering why i was wandering aimlessly around his dorm, which happened to have the same name as the building the class was in. super fun.

swing was first. i found my friend in the class, and generally had fun for the first hour. a few of my dance partners were textbook examples of what not to do in a dance class, but so is life. then the break came, i steped outside the room for air and suddenly, i felt dizzy. not the wow, i've been doing aerobics for an hour and i'm not used to it dizzy, but the holly shit i'm going to fall down because my brain is spinning inside my skull dizzy. i sat down outside, took some deep breaths, heard the instructor call for the start of the waltz class.

time for waltz. the class i've most been looking forward to. the main reason i'm here. and i'm still a bit dizzy, but i'm game, i figure i'll just bear with it. first partner, generally nice guy, we start cross-step waltzing. i watch my feet. my head starts to spin. i can't take it, i walk outside again and sit down, almost crying out of disappointment. surly i will have to leave. then this guy comes up to me, asks whats wrong, and says he knows some pressure points that will make me feel better. he holds my wrists, my hands, moves up my arms. i tell him thank you, i'm feeling better, walk back into the class. i see my friend again, surprisingly alone, practicing the next step. i'm not feeling completely well, but i give it another go. we start dancing. this isn't working. they call for a partner switch, and i start walking out of the room again, but i'm caught up by another guy who needs a partner. he asks if i'm ok, i say i'm feeling dizzy. "don't worry, i haven't lost anyone yet," he says. and though he's not a large man, he holds me firmly, and i think it will be alright. we start to fly. for some reason, this partner with this music works. and for about 45 seconds, everything was right; we were in sync, he caught me when i almost fell, and i knew this was why i was in this class, this was what i wanted to learn, this is what i wanted to feel. then we stopped, and my head kept spinning... and spinning.

so i left. i thanked my partner, walked haphazardly to my bag, and stumbled out of the door, occasionally stopping to brace myself. i found my way to the parking lot, to my car, eventually started driving, and amazingly enough found myself home in basically one piece.

i'm half surprised i can hold myself steady enough to write this.

barb called a second ago, i'll call her back.

part of me is curious if anyone noticed i had left. if they wondered if i would be alright. if i could actually drive, or not get lost on the way home.

but it's early yet. they might try to find out.

and if they don't....

i need to call barb back.