I spent the entire night running around like a headless chicken, trying to keep
track of things. THREE mics malfunctioned. THREE! I think the people who last used the handheld forgot to turn it off and ran down the batteries. We ended with N calling from one end of the dance, and I called from where I was dancing on the other end, and anyone who didn't hear us seemed to know what they were doing, so we survived the Death of the Microphones. The joys of equipment malfunctions.
Oh my heavens! I'm exhausted! There's a reason we only do this every OTHER month. I think I may sleep for a week. As always, we'd be delighted if anyone decided they would like to try to teach a dance or two (please note that we have only done this 5 or 6 times, ourselves, so don't feel like you're too inexperienced to offer... we always have planning parties where we dance all the potential dances). We would LOVE the help. N... we could try to get Jim here to teach if Jill and Greg play for us. So sad Jerome didn't come, but the dance he would have taught was one of the three dances we tossed out.
And we were talking... if our attendance stays up, I thought we could occasionally bring in some of the really experienced teachers who are farther away. Then, I thought, if we're bringing in experienced teachers from hours away, we should take advantage of their presence and have an advanced dance earlier that day. Oh, but our hall is so nice and large, we should have a formal ball! and if we scheduled it so that
the Lawrence dance were on Sunday... And if we've gone that far, I bet we could talk the World Folk Dancers into giving up their slot on the Friday of this theoretical weekend, and N and I could teach on Friday and make it an English dance weekend.
So, in a handful of seconds, I think I talked myself into a dance weekend next June. N is thrilled with the idea. Now, to find out if it's even vaguely feasible...