So there we were in Venice, on the trip of a lifetime, at the Piazza San Marco, with beautiful music playing in the Florian’s golden light looking out on the rain filling the square. What could possible have made the scene more perfect?
Well, maybe dancing a few steps, but I was unprepared. Whatever I knew of the waltz or foxtrot had slipped away from my mind, and the only slow dance I knew was the high school hug and sway, which would have been completely unacceptable. So we sat. Ancillary Adams and Ancillary Wife danced gracefully, but we did not, because I was unprepared.
I have virtually no interest in what I would call “Fancy, Look at Me” dance, as seen on celebrity TV shows. It’s great that people can do that, and I can respect the art and athleticism, but that is not at all what I am talking about. To analogize dance to language, those people are reciting French medieval poetry, and all I want out of dance is to be able to participate in polite conversation.
So we have enrolled in Beginning Ballroom Dance through Communiversity. We have learned the basics of the Foxtrot and the Waltz. Other participants include young couples preparing for wedding dances and people older than us just doing something out of the ordinary.
It’s low key, low-stress, and actually kind of enjoyable. Nobody will ever watch us on a dance floor with amazement or even high regard, but that is absolutely fine. I just want to be able to more fully participate in the experiences I wander into. That’s all. I want to experience Venice completely, should I ever be there again.