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Zoot Suit Riot
Monday, March 23, 1998 Sunday was a quiet day for me. I was intending to meet a friend, but for one reason or another this didn't happen. I wouldn't have minded that, but I did mind not being kept informed as plans changed. So I spent the day watching movies and operas. "A Month by the Lake" with Vanessa Redgrave, then Donizetti's Elixir of Love and Richard Strauss's Arabella.
This evening I went to a new (to me) dance venue, the Fenix Underground in Pioneer Square. This club has swing music and a dance lesson every Monday. I forget which dance classmate was suggesting I should try it, but I decided tonight was the night. I also decided to break out some of that fancy underwear I got last week. This outfit actually worked well for dancing, since it's made of a cotton/lycra blend. I was amused by the contrast between my conservative ribbed top and print skirt, and the bustier, garters and stockings. I evidently wasn't dressed fancily enough for the doorman at the club, though, since I didn't get the dollar discount that they give for dressing up. I got to the club early enough for the dance lesson. I didn't take it to learn the steps, but to meet the dancers. It's easier to dance with them later, if I first meet them through the rotation of the lesson, since I'm such a shy thing. A lot of my dance buddies showed up later. One of my classmates from Thursday nights was working the coatcheck room! I was glad that there were enough people there that either asked me to dance, or that I felt comfortable asking. I was dancing for most of the evening. One of my partners was an older man, tall and heavy. He was great! I asked him where he goes to dance, and recommended he come to the Century Ballroom. One of my dance buddies was asked to dance by him, and at first she put him off. After he walked away, I told her that she really should dance with him, that she wouldn't regret it. So she tracked him down, and she thanked me afterwards. But dancing with him also gave me my only moment of sadness for the evening. During one of our dances, I realized that dancing with this guy felt like what dancing with Jason could have been.
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