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Last night was our last Bollywood class with our instructor, Resh, (who is moving to Chicago). We ended up running all the routines, rather than learning a new bit to the most recent. It was the core 5 of us who've been there pretty much since the beginning- certainly for the last 6 months. It was perfect. She even videoed them! I'm hoping that she'll post them on her site. We're not perfect, but we're having fun.
Resh and I had already planned on getting together for coffee or something before she disappeared, so the final plan: she visit my library then lunch, which is what happened today. It was... well, the bookend. After (over) 10 years here, I get a bit jaded on the cool that is this place, but when new folks come through, I can borrow some of their enthusiasm. Lunch at a gloriously ACed pub and a short walk, great conversation--- I feel like I gained as much closure as you can when you really don't want something to be done yet.
I'll keep going to dance classes- salsa for the moment with my former instructor, Javier. I'll hope they find a new Bollywood person and maybe it'll draw the rest of the class back and we can have a glimmer of the stunningly good chemistry we had with Resh. She says that she'd tried some of the routines with other classes, and it just never worked. We took all her insane moves and asked what came next. My plantonic crush for this woman and this class is boundless and therefore so is my sadness at its loss.
Last night was our last Bollywood class with our instructor, Resh, (who is moving to Chicago). We ended up running all the routines, rather than learning a new bit to the most recent. It was the core 5 of us who've been there pretty much since the beginning- certainly for the last 6 months. It was perfect. She even videoed them! I'm hoping that she'll post them on her site. We're not perfect, but we're having fun.
Resh and I had already planned on getting together for coffee or something before she disappeared, so the final plan: she visit my library then lunch, which is what happened today. It was... well, the bookend. After (over) 10 years here, I get a bit jaded on the cool that is this place, but when new folks come through, I can borrow some of their enthusiasm. Lunch at a gloriously ACed pub and a short walk, great conversation--- I feel like I gained as much closure as you can when you really don't want something to be done yet.
I'll keep going to dance classes- salsa for the moment with my former instructor, Javier. I'll hope they find a new Bollywood person and maybe it'll draw the rest of the class back and we can have a glimmer of the stunningly good chemistry we had with Resh. She says that she'd tried some of the routines with other classes, and it just never worked. We took all her insane moves and asked what came next. My plantonic crush for this woman and this class is boundless and therefore so is my sadness at its loss.
