Field of Daize’s

Since my current lifestyle is that of a dance instructor, let me outline exactly what this involves:

Wake up : Late, somewhere before midday. Work hours are like manna from heaven for me; one to ten everyday! This offcourse means that my lifestyle of staying up late is not only endorsed, but encouraged. Very show bizzy.

Ride to work : Usually with Kim, though often with whoever I can coax into getting me to work on time.

1:00pm : Get into work. Drink some perculated coffee, with artificial creamer. Not as bad as it sounds. By that time of the ‘morning’, I would drink sweat out of a shoe if it contained caffeine.

1:00pm - 4:15pm : This is the time when there is nothing really programed for me to do. At first, I would look over the manuals a lot, or just sit around seeing what I could do. Now I’m being more aggressive, and using the time to try and get the dancing part of the job done. Normally I’ll study some of the video tapes, then warm up, and then ask one of the other instructors to teach me some of the syllabus.

4:15pm - 5:00 : This is the “dinner” break. That means we run off for a while and get something to eat, which by this time is probably my one and only meal for the day. I often end up getting “Hooters”, which is…. well…. more male than my normal self!

5:00pm - 10:00pm : This is the best part of the day. It goes so fast, because so much is happening. This is the time that is when most of the students are around, and when most of the classes happen. It is the time when I can really do what I enjoy; talk to people. The evenings are interlaced between assisting in group classes and practise sessions, as well as our own teacher training (both administrative and practicle). I have the great fortune of working with wonderful dancers, who are rather more patient with me than I could dream of, and who break things down really well.

It is curious getting trained to teach. For starters, you have to know BOTH parts very well, which is kinda cool. It also means that not only do you have to learn the moves, but you have to be able to break them down and make them make sense. They say around here that teaching is learning twice, and I believe every word. The limited teaching I’ve done so far has confirmed this, as you learn so much more about the dancing when you are trying to teach it to someone else.

10:00 till late : Go home, veg out, and sleep in. Often (quite often), nights are reserved for partying. I’ve gotten to know the wonders of Karaoke bars.

On that note, I should expand on “Sardos”, the Karaoke place we go to. It is much like any smallish bar you’re likely to find anywhere, with drunken people getting up to do the microphone. This is ok by me, and largely that would suffice. But I have to relay the wonders that is Tuesday night at Sardos: PORN NIGHT!

That is right… some of the porn industry stars congregate in this bar on Tuesdays. The result is boobies flying everywhere. Ron Jeremy frequents the place, I’m told, as well as a slew of strange characters. Jimmy might be interested to find out that I heard the LEAD SINGER OF SURVIVOR sing Karaoke! He is a big geeky guy, but has the voice of an angel. Absolutely wonderful lungs.

Anyways, thought I might say a day in the life of MoS. It is a strange lifestyle, that I’m adopting like a tight fitting glove. I just want the Immigration things to finalise, so that I can finally rest, and get on with life.

As the skanky whore Penelope Cruz would say (in a distorted hispanic accent) : A life half lived is not a life.