Blogging for the month of April is gonna be sporadic here. We’re getting ready for the ProAm at the end of the month and that’s eating into our schedule like crazy.

Don’t worry though, I’m working slowly but surely on the ongoing story I’ve promised.

This is samba the way it should be danced:

And this is one of our favourite songs to samba to:

We presented our cha cha routine again last night at a spotlight. We got through it in one piece this time even though we had some minor timing issues. That’s the nature of cha cha though…and in dancing, timing is obviously a big thing.

We’re working on waltz pivots and spiral turns now.

On a related note, it looks like you won’t be doing the Scent of a Woman tango thing in New York City any time soon:

NYC court upholds law that bans patrons from dancing in bars, restaurants.

I’m kind of tired today. We went to bed late because of the Medal Ball last night. When I’m tired like this I put my staff on red alert and make sure they double check everything I do…

Friday: Hydro One shows up to change our thermostat and hot water heater over to units that can be controlled by them during peak demand times. The painter is also going about his business. The Girl is off getting her hair cut in preparation for the Medal Ball on Sunday. I’m supposed to be practising our cha cha routine that I just can’t seem to retain in my memory. The Girl comes back home and says that they had to squeeze her in at the hair place because her appointment was actually next week. The painter finishes his story about what an asshole his estranged father is. We compare his father to the Girl’s father and conclude that the painter and the Girl are brother and sister. The Girl yells at me to go back and keep practising my cha cha routine.

Saturday: The Girl goes to work (she works 1 saturday a month). The painter is back to do his business. I’m still trying to work through the cha cha routine and am kinda getting it. The painter and I shoot the shit. He’s Italian but doesn’t eat meat and doesn’t like wine!?! He listens to yoga-like music when he works. The Girl comes home, we practise the cha cha routine in front of the painter and it seems to have come together. With a shrug he says he doesn’t know shit about dancing but it looked good to him. I go for a shower and the hot water runs out after 1 minute. Swearing, I run down to the basement and check on the hot water heater, reset the breaker, push on some wires…and still nothing. I page the Hydro One smartstat emergency person. No call back after 1/2 hour, can’t wait, have to have a shower. Shrinkage. Dress and pile into the car to meet Dr. Mommy and Canuck for dinner. Had a great time, music too loud to hear each other speaking. Come back home, still no call from Hydro One.

Sunday: Getting nervous about our cha cha. Gotta email Dr. Mommy to tell her the girl and I had a great time on our first date with them. Water is still out, paged Hydro One urgent. The painter has the house filled with paint fumes and Ambient music. I feel like this is turning into some indescribable buddhist experience. Finally got a call back from Hydro One after 1.5 hours. A guy that looks like he’s 17 comes over and fixes the loose connection. I get yelled at about practising my cha cha some more. Have a normal shower. Off to the Medal Ball to celebrate our advancement up a level at Arthur Murray (which we did a few months ago) and to do our honour dance which is the cha cha. Have some wine to settle the nerves. Get on the floor to do the cha cha. Can see the whites of everyone’s eyes. Starts off good, eventually get into the trick where I spin the Girl and she does this little wiggle wiggle. She decides to do something different with it and it looks sexier than usual. My jaw drops open. I forget what comes next in our sequence. Accidentally delete the middle 1/3 of the routine and have to be back-led by the Girl until I decide to put an end to my weekend of dance misery by jumping straight to the end of the routine. Finished my wine, then the Girl’s, then had a stiff scotch on the rocks afterwards to celebrate the end of the weekend.