Champ Evie Lovelle joined me for both classes today. I love that girl. I'm hoping she's with me for most of the last fifteen since she's in town and down for whatever.
I'm glad I went to this class. The teacher was very nice, but the class wasn't a fit for me. I'm used to Miss Riesch from LACC: friendly but firm, hands on, standard barre in every class. I'm still hunting for a ballet class that fits my ideal. I understand why some studios have a policy where people can watch the first 30 minutes of a class to see if it's for them. While I may return to this class over the coming weeks to round out my 100 (if I can't find an alternate ballet class), I still haven't found the perfect class.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Dance Class Challenge: 84/100 - Kundalini Yoga
I started the year with a couple Kundalini classes, so it's somehow fitting that I'm ending the year with them.
Behold the power of the almighty Groupon! A few weeks ago I bought a pass for 20 classes (to be used within 60 days of my first class) at Golden Bridge Yoga for a whopping $20. If I take every class I can, that's $1 per yoga class. Of course, we all know I don't have the time to take all twenty classes in the next sixty days. Sure, I have sixteen classes to take after this Kundalini class before the end of the year, but I doubt I can get through all twenty. I'm okay with taking ten because that's $2 a class. Not too shabby.
That's the thing to keep in mind when you buy these half price deals. How much will you actually use and is it worth the expense to you? There are a lot of deals on yoga classes and dance classes through the various discount websites. I always check to see if I can realistically make it to enough of their classes on my schedule to make it worthwhile. If I can't, I don't spend the money. If it takes me forty-five minutes to drive to the studio right after a full day of office work and that's the only time I can take the class, I don't spend the money. If there are no weekend classes on these deals, I don't spend the money.
Class was good and odd. I plan to take another Kundalini class Saturday morning before jazz dance and a crochet class. I'll talk more about Kundalini after a different class. The important takeaway today is to hit up those discount websites because it is expensive to be an entertainer.
Behold the power of the almighty Groupon! A few weeks ago I bought a pass for 20 classes (to be used within 60 days of my first class) at Golden Bridge Yoga for a whopping $20. If I take every class I can, that's $1 per yoga class. Of course, we all know I don't have the time to take all twenty classes in the next sixty days. Sure, I have sixteen classes to take after this Kundalini class before the end of the year, but I doubt I can get through all twenty. I'm okay with taking ten because that's $2 a class. Not too shabby.
That's the thing to keep in mind when you buy these half price deals. How much will you actually use and is it worth the expense to you? There are a lot of deals on yoga classes and dance classes through the various discount websites. I always check to see if I can realistically make it to enough of their classes on my schedule to make it worthwhile. If I can't, I don't spend the money. If it takes me forty-five minutes to drive to the studio right after a full day of office work and that's the only time I can take the class, I don't spend the money. If there are no weekend classes on these deals, I don't spend the money.
Class was good and odd. I plan to take another Kundalini class Saturday morning before jazz dance and a crochet class. I'll talk more about Kundalini after a different class. The important takeaway today is to hit up those discount websites because it is expensive to be an entertainer.
Dance Class Challenge: 83/100 - Argentine Tango 6 of 6
"I feel like Amelie, my heart is beating so fast." - Mr. Snapper
Why would he say that? Last night was the best night of class. We reviewed everything that was covered in the series. More importantly, the teacher corrected us twice. No wonder Mr. Snapper felt like Amelie when her father touched her and her heart sped up. We've been waiting for those corrections for a while.
"I will not go to prison tonight. I will not go to prison tonight. I will not go to prison tonight." - Mr. Snapper
At the beginning of class, we were the only couple on the dance floor. We took advantage and stepped to cover ground. As other students trickled in, our steps became smaller. There were two lonely ladies in the class at each rotation, so my mate refused to swap partners. We glided around the line of dance, avoiding collisions gracefully, trying to find the rhythm of the music and its connection to the moves. Andrew steered me confidently, changing up the steps as needed to keep moving but avoid crashing into other students, still using the dance steps as taught in the class. I was impressed. It's like we were actually dancing and tango wasn't so pointless after all.
Bumper Cars arrived late. They strode in a good twenty minutes into class. They're careless dancers that chase us down and run into us. I warned Andrew that they arrived and was pleased they found a spot in our dance circle on the opposite side of the room. We danced and danced and danced and somehow they jumped their spot on the opposite side of the circle. I started singing the Jaws theme. Andrew muttered about how he wouldn't go to prison for popping them. A few long basic steps later, we were on the other side of the room from them, taking up their former position in the circle. We danced and danced and danced and at the end of class they were up on us again. WTF? Big basic steps returned us to our original place in the circle. Whew! No jail time for us.
I wish all the classes were like the first class and the last class. Those two were more focused and we got more technique from them than from the other two we attended during the series. Our teacher is a skilled dancer, but he's not as hands on as I would like. I don't think we'll be continuing with this style, at least from this instructor. Of course, we may just take the tango musicality workshop next year so all the moves make sense. Who knows what will happen after that.
Why would he say that? Last night was the best night of class. We reviewed everything that was covered in the series. More importantly, the teacher corrected us twice. No wonder Mr. Snapper felt like Amelie when her father touched her and her heart sped up. We've been waiting for those corrections for a while.
"I will not go to prison tonight. I will not go to prison tonight. I will not go to prison tonight." - Mr. Snapper
At the beginning of class, we were the only couple on the dance floor. We took advantage and stepped to cover ground. As other students trickled in, our steps became smaller. There were two lonely ladies in the class at each rotation, so my mate refused to swap partners. We glided around the line of dance, avoiding collisions gracefully, trying to find the rhythm of the music and its connection to the moves. Andrew steered me confidently, changing up the steps as needed to keep moving but avoid crashing into other students, still using the dance steps as taught in the class. I was impressed. It's like we were actually dancing and tango wasn't so pointless after all.
Bumper Cars arrived late. They strode in a good twenty minutes into class. They're careless dancers that chase us down and run into us. I warned Andrew that they arrived and was pleased they found a spot in our dance circle on the opposite side of the room. We danced and danced and danced and somehow they jumped their spot on the opposite side of the circle. I started singing the Jaws theme. Andrew muttered about how he wouldn't go to prison for popping them. A few long basic steps later, we were on the other side of the room from them, taking up their former position in the circle. We danced and danced and danced and at the end of class they were up on us again. WTF? Big basic steps returned us to our original place in the circle. Whew! No jail time for us.
I wish all the classes were like the first class and the last class. Those two were more focused and we got more technique from them than from the other two we attended during the series. Our teacher is a skilled dancer, but he's not as hands on as I would like. I don't think we'll be continuing with this style, at least from this instructor. Of course, we may just take the tango musicality workshop next year so all the moves make sense. Who knows what will happen after that.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Dance Class Challenge: 82/100 - Stretch Zone
My life has been a little hectic sine BurlyCon with travel, teaching, late nights, early mornings, and a house trashed with show crafts. Exhausted from the weekend shows and crafts, I almost didn't make it to Bill's class yesterday. My sole motivation for leaving the bliss of my bed dogpile was picking up my buddy, the angelic Evie Lovelle. She and I were out of commission at different times over the last few weeks, so we both have an agenda to get our butts in classes. I'm so glad to have a workout buddy, especially for these early mornings after shows.
Bill's class is magical for stretching things you didn't realize needed stretching. I really felt it in my arms and legs this week. I wish I could take this class every morning.
Bill's class is magical for stretching things you didn't realize needed stretching. I really felt it in my arms and legs this week. I wish I could take this class every morning.
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Monday, December 5, 2011
Monday Night Tease! presents The Hitchhiker's Guide to Burlesque
The Hitchhikers Guide To Burlesque
Mostly Naked!
Join us as we celebrate Funny Eddie Dot Com’s 42nd birthday in a way only half naked girls dressed as aliens can!
Zaphod Beeblebrox, Marvin the Paranoid Android, Ford Prefect, Arthur Dent, Trillian, A Whale And A Bowl of Pansies, The Triple-Breasted Whore of Eroticon Six, Vogon poetry and a chorus line of dancing dolphins? The book that launched a million imaginations is re-imagined as a burlesque show.
Join us for a parody of galactic burlesque.
Hosted by the time and space traveler Funny Eddie
with performances by:
Dizzy Von Damn!
Prix de Beauté
Dia Blow
Nova Sparks
Glama Sutra
Lili VonSchtupp
Red Snapper
Mr Snapper
Rex The Impossible
Scarlet O'Keljus
Quinn T Sensual
Bar Opens: 6pm
Seating Starts: 9:30pm
Show Starts: 10pm
Cover charge for December 5th, 2011
$15 advance tickets
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$15 (tickets available at the door - seating may not be available)
3 Clubs
1123 Vine St.
(Vine at Santa Monica)
Los Angeles, CA 90038
No photography. Performers subject to change without notice. Plenty of free street parking.
21+, full bar, no food.
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Email Lili with any questions: lili@burlesque411.com
Reservations available for parties of six or more, 818-378-8866 or lili@burlesque411.com
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Sunday, December 4, 2011
The Mr. Snapper & Mr. Buddy Rumpus Revue in "Krampusnacht"
In this episode, Mr. Snapper is fed up with Mr. Buddy's out-of-control antics, so he's gotten the rest of the cast involved on a practical joke to teach Buddy a Holiday lesson. But making Buddy think Krampus, the Christmas Demon, has come to punish him is only the beginning!
Happy Krampusnacht!!
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Doors open at 8:00pm
Show starts at 8:30pm
$12.00 at the door!
BYOB!
Hosts for the evening
Mr. Snapper
Mr. Buddy
Chase McKenna as Billy Kiddo
Jacob Smith as Pistachio the Mime
Burlesque Performances by
Red Snapper
Honey Ima Home
Dope Rhymes by
Jayk Gallagher
Music and Comedy by
The Amazingly Odious Ari and the Capable Miss Puddles
With Special Guest
Scot Nery
and
The Craigslist Wildcard!
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Dance Class Challenge: 81/100 - Argentine Tango 5 of 6
"Too many dicks on the dance floor." - Mr. Snapper (quoting Flight of the Conchords)
The first night of class there were so many women without partners. We missed the second night because I flew to Arkansas the next morning. The third night of class I was one of a few partners willing to swap and I was left in the corner pleasuring myself for a while. We missed the fourth night because of cooties. Last night there were three to five strange men waiting outside the door to the classroom with roughly three couples. I heard one of them say, "I heard there are a lot of women in this class." Apparently not all those women showed up. I don't know if these fellows were recruited from the upper level classes or if they put on their best khakis and slipped past the studio assistant at check-in. I do know that they were lined up in the back of the room at the beginning of the class like it was a junior high school ball. Somehow the ratio shifted over the past few weeks so there were more bros than hos.
"I'm stopping so I don't punch someone in the face." - Mr. Snapper
We didn't swap partners last night. I'm still coughing from last week's cooties invasion, and I felt it would be socially awkward to cough and then expect strange to want to dance with me. The class doubled in size from the beginning of the hour to the end. However, we were being hunted by other couples as we tried to work on the steps we learned two weeks ago. I don't know that anyone else was paying attention to where they were steering, but Mr. Snapper was hit twice and I was hit once and urged to dance within inches of the mirror because couples were coming at us from all directions. They weren't necessarily following the line of dance, just chasing us down like so many ghosts after the Pac Mans. Bumper Cars, the couple chasing us down in the past two classes, almost bumped into him at the end of the night. Just two more bars of music and the lady in the purple sweater would've been punched in the mouth by my partner.
Something else hilarious about last night's class was how difficult it was to get corrected as a couple by the instructor. I guess we were standing on the wrong side of the room for most of the class to get correction. (We weren't missing out on correction as a result of being amazing at the dance; the teacher was gone for the first ten or fifteen minutes of class while we "practiced what we learned" from previous weeks. Then he was just correcting people on the opposite side of the room no matter where we were. Maybe my coughing scared him away. Of course, that's not why we missed out on correction in the last class we attended since neither of us was sick.) The moment my beloved stopped because everyone was seemingly dancing at us was the moment the teacher decided to ask us if we had a question. Ha! We had a question about forty-five minutes earlier, then five minutes after that, then five minutes after that. What timing!
I'm so glad I have him to take along with me. I wonder what I'll need to do to bribe him to come to the last class with me. Maybe if I buy him some brass knuckles ...
The first night of class there were so many women without partners. We missed the second night because I flew to Arkansas the next morning. The third night of class I was one of a few partners willing to swap and I was left in the corner pleasuring myself for a while. We missed the fourth night because of cooties. Last night there were three to five strange men waiting outside the door to the classroom with roughly three couples. I heard one of them say, "I heard there are a lot of women in this class." Apparently not all those women showed up. I don't know if these fellows were recruited from the upper level classes or if they put on their best khakis and slipped past the studio assistant at check-in. I do know that they were lined up in the back of the room at the beginning of the class like it was a junior high school ball. Somehow the ratio shifted over the past few weeks so there were more bros than hos.
"I'm stopping so I don't punch someone in the face." - Mr. Snapper
We didn't swap partners last night. I'm still coughing from last week's cooties invasion, and I felt it would be socially awkward to cough and then expect strange to want to dance with me. The class doubled in size from the beginning of the hour to the end. However, we were being hunted by other couples as we tried to work on the steps we learned two weeks ago. I don't know that anyone else was paying attention to where they were steering, but Mr. Snapper was hit twice and I was hit once and urged to dance within inches of the mirror because couples were coming at us from all directions. They weren't necessarily following the line of dance, just chasing us down like so many ghosts after the Pac Mans. Bumper Cars, the couple chasing us down in the past two classes, almost bumped into him at the end of the night. Just two more bars of music and the lady in the purple sweater would've been punched in the mouth by my partner.
Something else hilarious about last night's class was how difficult it was to get corrected as a couple by the instructor. I guess we were standing on the wrong side of the room for most of the class to get correction. (We weren't missing out on correction as a result of being amazing at the dance; the teacher was gone for the first ten or fifteen minutes of class while we "practiced what we learned" from previous weeks. Then he was just correcting people on the opposite side of the room no matter where we were. Maybe my coughing scared him away. Of course, that's not why we missed out on correction in the last class we attended since neither of us was sick.) The moment my beloved stopped because everyone was seemingly dancing at us was the moment the teacher decided to ask us if we had a question. Ha! We had a question about forty-five minutes earlier, then five minutes after that, then five minutes after that. What timing!
I'm so glad I have him to take along with me. I wonder what I'll need to do to bribe him to come to the last class with me. Maybe if I buy him some brass knuckles ...
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