Man Enough to Say “I Like You”

I’m not trying to kill myself, it’s just that I’ve taught thirteen dance classes over the past 48 hours so when I finally pull my car into the garage on Tuesday night and realize that they’re playing Thelonias Monk on the public radio station, I don’t bother getting out of the driver’s seat. Instead, I…

Hot and Cold and Oh-So-Predictable

For today’s post, I am indebted, once again, to Kate of Kate Ferguson Writes.  She’s an English teacher and even though we’ve never met, her comments always make me pause and say “Hmmm… I hadn’t thought of that!” In responding to my post about this year’s Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree (for which I was…

The Trouble with Men (and Smartphones)

I like the middle-of-nowhere, I really do, but upon finding myself stuck in the middle-of-nowhere with neither internet access nor decent cell phone coverage for the majority of the weekend, I started to go a bit stir crazy. Especially as I’d paid good money (an entire $1.09 for a cup of sh*tty coffee with sh*tty…

Two Men, One Martini Bar

It’s not as bad as it sounds, although I suppose any woman who accidentally invites two men to Thanksgiving dinner ought to provide some sort of explanation. (Note: I’d intended to post this on Friday but Hoopers Island is in the middle of nowhere so I’ve been going through internet withdrawal…) Let’s start at the…

And We’re Back: The Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree

I know.  I know.  It’s been ages.  But I have an excuse.  Honest.  And it involves both men and dance and the annual Hoopers Island Black Firday Martini Bar Soiree, plus a bit of shopping, so I’m hoping that you’ll forgive me. (It is Thanksgiving, after all, and Thanksgiving marks the official start of the…

Pole Dancing for Jesus

Ladies and gentleman, I’ve made a decision.  An important decision.  A potentially life-altering decision.  I’m going to quit the Congress on Research in Dance and join the Society for Ethnomusicology instead. Why?  Well, this will come as little surprise to those of you who regularly read this blog but it comes down to simple mathematics:…

My Blog Boyfriend Talks Sex

Rather than bore you all with the details of this year’s Congress on Research in Dance Conference (or the fact that the paper I’m meant to deliver tomorrow morning remains little more than a pile of notes and slides) I’ve decided to ask Zak, my “blog boyfriend” to fill in for me today.  You may…

Beaujolais or Bachata?

It’s four o’clock in the afternoon.  The Wedding Date and I are seated on the couch in his living room and despite the fact that our third date is going rather well, I find myself in a bit of a pickle. This is because there is a bottle of perfectly good, just-opened Beaujolais on the…