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Teaching an old dog to jump through hoops
Friday, April 21st, 2006 05:34 pmLast night I tried to do a Native American hoop dance. On stage. In front of about a thousand people. Pathetically.
This was because I am a sucker for volunteering. It’s not that I like to volunteer for things; it’s that when nobody else does, I feel obliged to. So when Kevin Locke said that he wanted ten people from each side of the theatre to come up and nothing happened, some mysterious force ejected me from my seat.
Words cannot express the difficulty of this dance, especially if the person trying to express it is a middle-aged Briton who never even managed to hula a hoop properly. But actions speak louder than words, and my actions were eloquent. I even managed to break one of the hoops. Still, I feel pleased with my performance, since the worse we were (and some of us were almost as bad as me), the more skillful the dancers looked. I was reminded of the time I was forced to belly-dance on stage in Antalya (and no, I didn’t volunteer for that, I was physically dragged up there by the danseuse). They also serve, who only stand and trip over themselves.
This was because I am a sucker for volunteering. It’s not that I like to volunteer for things; it’s that when nobody else does, I feel obliged to. So when Kevin Locke said that he wanted ten people from each side of the theatre to come up and nothing happened, some mysterious force ejected me from my seat.
Words cannot express the difficulty of this dance, especially if the person trying to express it is a middle-aged Briton who never even managed to hula a hoop properly. But actions speak louder than words, and my actions were eloquent. I even managed to break one of the hoops. Still, I feel pleased with my performance, since the worse we were (and some of us were almost as bad as me), the more skillful the dancers looked. I was reminded of the time I was forced to belly-dance on stage in Antalya (and no, I didn’t volunteer for that, I was physically dragged up there by the danseuse). They also serve, who only stand and trip over themselves.
