It was a dark and stormy night...
No, really, it was! Well, relatively dark anyway. And it is on this dark and
stormy night that we join our heroes, as they sit and scheme...
In attendance:
Marta Evans
Ben Wright-Heuman
Valerie Schmidt
Brendan Cox
Peter Catlin
Allyson Whipple
Ale Cusato
Becca Helton
Before the meeting begins, Marta refers to an email she's just sent. None of us
present have received it. We recommend that she send it again.
(Note from your friendly secretary: Ain't subjunctives fun?)
Marta sighs in just the same way Allyson did when she was president. We wonder
whether the presidency does this to everyone. Or perhaps she's just channelling
Allyson.
"Senioritis". What is it? Does it explain why this "easy first week" feels
difficult to all us old fogies?
Marta (excitedly): "That's a little mini breadstick!"
Allyson: "Actually, it's three little mini breadsticks."
Ben: "Hey, you didn't mention my little mini breadstick!"
Later, we discover that Valerie likes little mini breadsticks, not because
they're breadsticks, but because they're little and mini. Huh.
Meeting called to order. Ben: "We have to work now?" Marta: "We have to *work
it* now."
Marta tells us all about the email she sent, which none of us received, inviting
ballroom alumni to Igor's memorial service, which will be on Sunday the 4th at 3
PM in Peirce Lounge. The service should be about an hour long, but we have the
lounge reserved until 5, just in case.
Do we want food at the service? No. Do we want music? No. It will be a simple
service, with a few people saying/reading a few words about Igor. There will be
also be our scrapbook, open to a new section in memory of Igor. But that's it.
Nothing fancy.
Should we ask Ksenia to bring her copy of the documentary film about Igor and
Svetlana?
Marta says that anyone who wants to write something to be read at the service
should email it to her by Friday night. Anyone with pictures of Igor should
email them to Brendan, who has collage software on his computer.
Allyson says the Collegian will be doing a feature on Igor, but their first
issue won't come out until the 8th.
New subject: the Activities Fair. Allyson recommends cancelling the actual Fair
and just having the freshman dance in our heads. (Peter: like four hundred and
forty-one sugar plum fairies?)
But that's not going to happen. So, what do we need for the real, physical
Activities Fair?
We need:
- a CD player
- CDs (everyone should bring all they have)
- a dislist sign-up sheet
- little info sheets to hand out (Peter volunteers to make these)
Ben might bring speakers, so we can be heard over WKCO, as we're almost certain
to be next to them again this year.
Practice time: We need it, before Saturday, so we can dance all purdy for the
freshmen. After some discussion, we agree to meet in Gund Ballroom at 9 PM on
Wednesday, so we can get our collective groove back.
Marta, on a ballroom dancer's response to schoolwork: "It's like, the work
starts, and you think 'Hmm, I'm going to go waltz now.'"
Allyson and Ben have a brief mock shouting match over whether ballroom is art or
sport. Thankfully, no blows are exchanged.
Allyson expresses her belief that kilts are hot. The secretary is sure that this
was relevant at the time, but sadly cannot now tell you how.
Allyson and Ale have a spat. Valerie muzzles them, one with each hand. The
meeting proceeds.
Allyson: "Why is the ballroom website denying me access to itself?" Becca and
Peter tell her she needs to email Tom House to get her permissions changed.
Allyson will do that.
Discussion returns, briefly, to subject of memorial: What to wear? We decide
that jeans are inappropriate, but khakis are okay. Extrapolate the rest of the
dress code from that.
Allyson will send a Student-Info and an Employee-Info about the service.
New subject: The swing dance (on the 9th).
We need to get prizes for it. Yeah.
Allyson: "Someone tried to shake my hand yesterday, and I freaked out."
New subject: The plaque. We're getting one in memory of Igor and putting it up
in the ballroom. What should be on it? Ideas:
-Igor's Name (spelled correctly!)
-His dates
-Some characteristic quote from him (NOT "This is a vertical expression of a
horizontal desire"!)
-A short description of who he was and what he meant to us
There's an engraving place in Mt. Vernon which will make the plaque for us.
Marta's been talking with them; it's not going to be too expensive. Marta needs
a ride there to pick a plaque. She says "I will invoke Brian or Ginger". We
discuss what form that invocation would take (chanting? hand gestures?).
Marta clarifies: "I will invoke Brian or Ginger, who will take me there."
Meeting halted by gales of laughter. Peter inquires if it will be "like a
prayer" when they take her there. Marta continues: "When I go, who wants to
come with me?" Laughter redoubles.
Marta: "Ooh, I have to be sophisticated really quickly."
Meeting is slowly breaking up, like the Arctic ice.
We discuss the rain (the remnants of Hurricane Katrina), and think forward to
the weather conditions for the Activities Fair.
Marta (referring to the rain): It'd better fucking end.
Peter: It *will* fucking end. (Peter then stops and turns red.)
On that mirthful note, the meeting ends for real. Go home, everyone. Stay dry.
In attendance:
Marta Evans
Ben Wright-Heuman
Valerie Schmidt
Brendan Cox
Peter Catlin
Allyson Whipple
Jeff Force
Becca Helton (after a while)
Meeting begins. Probably some fun and interesting stuff happens before this
point, but your friendly secretary is away getting food and misses all the fun.
Therefore, you do too. Oh well!
- Allyson has the reregistration form for the club. Marta will fill it out and
turn it in.
- The Gund student manager, a fellow with the envy-inspiring name of Victor
Lamond, says it's fine if we want to put up a plaque in remembrance of Igor.
He'll even put in a work order to have it installed. All we have to do is
provide the plaque. We're going to go to a place in Mt. Vernon to get the
plaque made.
Someone asks whether it's the same place where Ginger went. Marta says it isn't,
because that place only engraves jewelry. Someone else points out that, instead
of a plaque, we could have this place engrave Igor's name on a giant diamond
and hang that on the wall of Gund Ballroom. We ponder this.
No, we're getting a plaque. Marta, and one lucky guest, will be the ones to go
order it.
- Our first Svetlana lesson is 09/25/05. Yay!
- We didn't get funding for the swing dance, so we're going to pay for it out of
the ballroom account. This is not a problem, as we have plenty of money. But
we're going to need to make a Wal-Mart run to buy decorations, including
streamers, balloons, and helium. We're also going to need to buy prizes for the
winners of the mini-competition. Either Allyson or Brendan will have to go on
the Wal-Mart run, as they're the only ones who can sign our checks.
- We need to burn a new swing CD for Friday. Actually, we should probably burn
two. Peter volunteers to burn one, and Ben volunteers to burn the other. Well,
that solves that! The two of them will email their playlists to each other so
as to avoid overlap.
- We have posters advertising the swing dance. They're pretty. Most are green,
but some are, surprisingly white.
Marta: "We have white ones?"
Allyson: "Those are the the the the the the the the the... those."
- Meeting pauses while we take brief note of the Hamster Dance song (which was
originally from the animated Robin Hood movie), and of its usefulness at
getting other, more annoying songs out of one's head.
Valerie: "The entire kitchen just figured out that Irene and I are twins."
Thinking about good swing music, we mention the song Little Red Riding Hood.
Marta, Ben, and Peter instantly burst into song, and the room soon fills with
primordial howls. Then they regain control of themselves, and the meeting
continues.
- Marta needs Valerie and Brendan to come to a meeting to help get more money
for the club.
Valerie: "When?"
Marta: "In about seven minutes. Or Wednesday or Thursday of next week."*
*paraphrased
Allyson: "Jodi Vance told me, last fall, to stop lifting tables because I might
damage my ovaries."
- Do we want to have practice as usual on the eleventh, considering that it's
the anniversary of 9-11? Yes, we do. In fact, as someone points out, one year
we had the swing dance on Sep. 11th. Marta's response to this: "That sucks of
us!"
- Competitions! Valerie has all sorts of news about them. For one, Cornell and
Purdue are once again holding their competitions on the same day. We will
almost certainly go to Purdue again. (Peter: It's closer and it's classier,
what more could you ask for?)
Ohio Star Ball is November 19th and 20th. We need housing for it. We also need
transportation, because we won't be able to get Kenyon vans, because it happens
over Thanksgiving break. And, anyone who's flying out of Columbus after OSB
should probably book their flights for Monday morning (the 21st).
Other possible comps: Harvard, UConn, Brown, and Yale. More news about these in
a little bit.
- What shall we teach at our regular practice tonight? We discuss this, and
decide on cha-cha and tango.
- More about the Swing Dance on Friday: It's from 8 to 11 PM. Peter will send an
allstu/stu-info about it soon. He'll send another one the day of the event.
- Do we want to assign nights of the week to club members? We did this last
year, and it worked well. We decide to go ahead with it, and the nights are
duly assigned.
- Teaching. We need it. Specifically, male teaching, as our veteran women mostly
only know the follower's part.
Jeff: "Scott just needs to not leave."
Valerie: "He already not left!"
Valerie: "We have five more minutes in this room. Would anyone like to use this
time constructively?"
Allyson: "No. I would like to use this time deconstructively."
We wind up just adjourning. Is that deconstructive enough?
Well, hello, my fellow 'roomers. "Roomers" is a short word. Specifically, it's
short for "ballroomers". I suppose I could say "b-roomers", or just "broomers",
but that wouldn't be as small a word as "roomers".
Yes. We're all about smallness tonight. Why? Because it's Minutes night!
Which, by the way, reminds me of the joke about the five-year-old boy holding
the salamander -- he goes up to his mom and says "Look, mommy, it's the
smallest one in the world!" And his mother says "Well, how do you know that,
Timmy?" And Timmy says "Because it's my newt!"
Get it? Get it? No?
Aw, pumpernickel.
***
In attendance:
Marta Evans
Ben Wright-Heuman
Valerie Schmidt
Brendan Cox
Peter Catlin
Allyson Whipple
Scott Brown
Becca Helton
Arianna Herman
Autumn Shoaf
Before the meeting starts, Ben muses about how we always sit at one end of the
cluster of tables. He says that one day, he'll just sit at the other end and
wave to us all. Peter suggests that if he does that, he'll be missing out, as
the party will be back over at this end of the tables. Party? Yes, party. We're
the Kenyon College Ballroom Dance Club, we don't have meetings, we have parties!
I suppose they're really just meetings reclassified as parties. But hey, there
are few problems that can't be solved by reclassification, right?
Ben is considering declaring himself an English major. Great torrents of advice,
both pro and con, spring forth from the eloquent tongues of our resident English
majors, of whom we have several dozen, apparently. Ben will think about it. But
right now, let the meeting begin!
Meeting begins.
Brendan mentions that his twin sisters are coming to visit.
Allyson: "Your sisters are coming to visit? Are they as skinny as you?" (She is
hoping for more skinny people to feed.)
- Movie night! When and where should we have it? Last year we had a movie night
in Snowden that was a smashing success. We want to do that again. Would
Saturday, Oct 1st work? Maybe. Allyson wouldn't be able to come. Would
Saturday, Oct 15th work?
- Plaque! Our memorial plaque for Igor has been commissioned. The guy who's
making it is running behind, though, so we won't be able to have it mounted by
Sunday, when Svetlana comes. Oh well. Hopefully, we'll be able to at least have
it in our hands by then, so she can see it.
- Certification! For the new year, we want to have new people certified for the
Gund sound system. Who shall it be? We decide it shall be our three
highest-ranking officers, Marta, Ben, and Valerie. All three are transparently
certifiable.
- Dues! It's mid-September. Actually, it's almost late September. The summer
ends Thursday. Dues are due. Brendan needs to start collecting from people. And
maybe roughing them up if they don't cough it up. Someone suggests that he
should hire a hit man. Someone else suggests that he could be like the "Sidler"
from Seinfeld. (Note from your friendly secretary: I've never seen any Seinfeld
in my life, so I've no idea whether I'm spelling it right.)
Brendan needs to be scary.
Ben: "Brendan is scary! He looks like a serial killer! You know, the
mild-mannered guy who lives next door..."
Allyson: "Not all serial killers look like that, just some of them. Trust me; I
did an independent study last year."
Valerie: "Yes, it's good to study one's future career.
Is serial killing a good career? Someone points out that if you eat the people
you kill, it keeps your food bills down.
Allyson: "I wouldn't eat people. They annoy me. I don't eat animals who annoy
me."
- Forms! There are lots of them that need to be filled out before we can
compete, namely the Kenyon waiver forms and the USABDA forms. Or whatever
USABDA is calling itself these days.
Marta: "We need to have a big form-signing orgy."
We will have this orgy. We will have it Wednesday. Come! Sign things! Scrawl
your John Hancock boldly across the page!
Speaking of signing things, we also need to get a contract (from the SAC) for
Svetlana to sign.
Marta: "I kinda want to draw on my cheese."
Peter: (confused) "What?"
Marta: (clarifying) "It should be pigmented in some fashion."
Peter: "Ah."
- Tonight! What shall we teach tonight? We already know which dances we're doing
(quickstep, and another dance which your friendly secretary inexplicably failed
to write down). But what other gems of knowledge and skill do we want to impart
tonight?
We should talk about the American/International distinction. That has an effect
on which steps the guy can lead.
Valerie: (looking smug) "Only guys need to know that."
Peter: (indignant, flustered) "Yeah? Well... well... you need to look pretty!"
Valerie: "Well, you need to look like you have muscles!"
Peter has no reply. Game, set, and match to Valerie.
(later)
Valerie: "I have stifled the blonde." She is holding Allyson down and covering
her mouth with one hand.
Ben comes up and pokes Allyson, who emits a (muffled) shriek.
Valerie: "I did not stifle the blonde so you could poke her!"
Anyone have anything else? No? Then...
...meeting ends.
After-meeting chat: Autumn tells us that something's wrong with Vanessa's feet.
She's not sure what it is, exactly, but it's something that hurts. Feel better
soon, Vanessa!
We heart Vanessa.
- Allyson mentions how much she hates her reproductive organs.
Becca feels the same way about hers. "I feel like every month I pay dues for a
club I never wanted to join."
Allyson wants to sell her reproductive organs, or maybe just donate them. She
pulls out a butter knife and asks if anyone would help her do it. We decline.
- Allyson mentions how much she likes semicolons. Allyson, your friendly
secretary appreciates your appreciation for that maligned and misunderstood
punctuation mark, a mark that is also one of his favorites. He wants you to
know that he put a semicolon into one of your quotes in this email (in the
exchange about serial killers) in honor of your noble love for them.
***
Caution: The quotations in this email may or may not be paraphrasings. Digest
them at your own rist. If effects persist for more than four hours, consult
your thesaurus.
Ballroom officers' meeting minutes for 09/27/05
Hi kids! Today's minutes are brought to you by the letter B, and the
number 4!
Can you say "B"? Good!
Can you say "4!"? Remember, it's pronounced "for fak-TOR-ee-uhl".
Good! I knew you could!
Now, let's play a silly game. This is called the "B4" game. Here's how
it works: you go around, and you do things "B4" other things! Like me!
I'm writing up these minutes "B4" doing my homework!
Isn't that silly? Yes, very silly. Very silly indeed.
Okay, kids, before we start, are there any grown-ups in the room with you? There
are? Well, you might notice that as we go through tonight's story, the grown-ups
might start laughing for no reason. That's because of something called
“inn-you-en-do”, which is a complicated, grown-up thing. My, grown-ups are
silly too, aren't they? Yes, they are.
**********
In attendance:
Marta Evans
Ben Wright-Heuman
Valerie Schmidt
Brendan Cox
Peter Catlin
Allyson Whipple
Scott Brown
Vanessa Gusick
Becca Helton (later)
Autumn Shoaf
Before the meeting begins, we discuss the work Allyson's doing for
honors. Yes, it's frustrating work, but look on the bright side,
Allyson! As someone points out, it's perfectly fine to beat one's head
against the wall. "Just think of all the calories you're burning,
beating your head."
Scott is confused. After a moment, it becomes clear that he heard "Think
of all the calories you're burning by eating your head." Would it be
possible to eat one's own head? We ponder this. Peter opines that eating
one's own head would turn one inside out.
Allyson doesn't want to be inside out. She says she doesn't want all her
pretty features on the inside where no one can see them. Valerie tells
Allyson she has a beautiful spleen.
Scott: "Man, check out the pancreas on her!"
Meeting begins. Yay!
- Allyson announces that there will be "updatage" on the website,
starting a week from yesterday, because then she will have free time. If
we have any suggestions or comments about the website, we should email her.
- The plaque has been purchased, out of Marta's account. Brendan will
pay her back out of the ballroom account. We think we want to put it on
the wall of the ballroom that faces the computer lab (southeast?).
Marta: "Allyson takes her life in large chunks."
(pause, while she considers what she's just said.)
"Allyson, don't actually take your life."
- What will we teach tonight? We will teach waltz (probably the
three-quarter turns), and we will review what Svetlana taught. Tomorrow
(Wednesday, not Tuesday!) we will teach the fan. This will be a relief
to all those who can't come on Tuesdays, because before now we've only
taught it on Tuesdays. Oopsie!
- How did the first Svetlana lesson go? It went well. Perhaps some of
the freshmen were daunted by her style (in Ben's words, they went
"eeeeeee!"), but they'll get used to it soon enough. Yup, it went well.
Peter (in deep, movie-voiceover tones): "Tonight: Freshmen go 'eeeeeeeee!'"
We discuss tomorrow's blood drive. Allyson's going to participate, as
she always does. She's an old pro at giving blood. As she puts it "I'm
going to walk in, say 'stick me', and in four minutes I'll be done."
Scott: "Allyson, let me get this straight." He makes big quotation marks
with his fingers. "You're going to walk in, say 'stick me', and in four
minutes you'll be done." Yes, that's what she said. Gales of laughter
sweep through the room.
Becca arrives. Allyson says "Hi" to her. Marta, who does not see Becca
come in, thinks Allyson is just randomly saying "Hi" to herself, and is
surprised a moment later when Becca says "Hi" back. Paradigm shifts are always
shocking, aren't they?
- What steps have we taught in swing? We start to list them off --
basic, underarm turn, American spin, stop & go, etc.
Scott: "A lot of the girls have done the cuddle step with me."
Guffawing follows this statement. Scott attempts to clarify: "Because I
led them into it!"
Further guffawing.
Marta: "Oh really? Keep talking, this just keeps getting more interesting."
Scott: "I mean, they had no real choice."
We wheeze with laughter.
Scott: "They picked it up pretty quickly, I have to say."
We gasp with the hilarity of it. (Honestly! I was there! People were
gasping for breath!)
Okay, enough with this tomfoolery. Let's talk seriously about the cuddle
step.
Marta: "We should teach everyone the cuddle step. Scott, you know it,
you should teach."
Scott: "That will take all of two minutes."
(Oh no, here comes the laughter again...)
Marta: "Two minutes? That must be your specialty."
At this point, someone from out in Lower Dempsey comes and shuts the
door, attempting to shield himself or herself from the volcano of comic joy that
is a ballroom officer's meeting. A good thought, friend, but it's no use; our
lava of laughter will flow around any barricade you choose to put in its path.
We shall ooze over the campus, spreading our message of peace, love, and
horizontal desires!
Returning to the subject of swing, Peter wants to know if anyone else
knows the step called the Tootsie Roll. He's met by a panorama of blank
faces. No? Anyone? Okay then.
Marta: "Well, I guess we know what your specialty is, Peter!"
- Registered drivers. Do we have them? Vanessa doesn't have a driver's license.
Autumn does, and will be getting registered. Someone asks whether, when you get
a new license, you have to cut the old one up like you would a credit card.
Allyson says that in Ohio, when you get a new license you have to hand them
your old one first. Ben says that in Virginia, you don't have to do that. In
fact, you don't even have to go into the DMV at all: “In Virginia, we do it
over the Internet.”
Peter (repeating this): “In Virginia, they do it over the Internet.”
Becca: “In Tennessee, we do it by mail.”
- Allyson suggests that we devote part of a ballroom practice to a “contact
improv” session. She's done such sessions for her other types of dance, and
she's found them very useful, especially for dancing with someone else, as in a
partnership.
- Movie night! 8 to 11 PM, October 15th, in Snowden. We're going to try to get
our hands on a copy of the documentary about Igor & Svetlana. But we also want
to get a real movie to watch. What shall it be? We talk, and decide on Shall We
Dance; it will be the Japanese version, not the new one with J-Lo, because the
new one is no good. As Valerie put it, “Every time [J-Lo] comes on screen, you
think 'Oh god, she's going to act again!'”
- Snow Ball. Every year we've had an exhibition, and it's always been the
biggest draw. Shall we have one for this year? Can we? We should look into
this.
- The deadline for telling Valerie that you want to go to Purdue is October 1st
(which is Saturday). After that, we'll have some sort of meeting at which
people can work out partnerships.
Allyson collapses onto her tray.
“Oh god, we killed Allyson!”
Valerie tickles her back to the world of the living, and the meeting ends.
But we don't leave just yet. Instead, we stick around and talk about stuff,
including the Heimlich maneuver. Did you know that if you're ever in a
restaurant by yourself, and you start to choke, you can perform the Heimlich
maneuver on yourself by standing up and throwing yourself on the back of your
chair?
Ben: “But you'd never be in a restaurant by yourself!”
Peter: “What if it's the middle of the night?”
Ben: “There's still the restaurant staff!”
We think about this for a moment.
Ben: “A better way to phrase it would be 'Imagine that you're stranded on a
desert island...'”
Peter (cutting in): “...with nothing but a restaurant.”
That's all. G'night, folks!
Ballroom Meeting Minutes, 10/4/05
It was the Fourth of October, in the two thousand and fifth year of the Common
Era. All around the world, people went about their daily affairs, blithely
unaware of the momentous meeting of minds that was at that moment taking place
in a small, nondescript room somewhere in Ohio, USA....
In attendance:
Marta Evans
Ben Wright-Heuman
Valerie Schmidt
Brendan Cox
Peter Catlin
Allyson Whipple
Scott Brown
Jeff Force
Vanessa Gusick (later)
Becca Helton
Autumn Shoaf
Jon Stout (at first)
Before the meeting, we discuss hangovers, co-ed dorms, and dorm kitchens. Just
fairly innocuous stuff, you know. Jon Stout has joined us, and we're having a
rollicking good time. The food is pretty decent, too.
But now we have to get down to business. Jon excuses himself, and steps out.
There's a beat after he steps through the door, and then Ben sighs. “At last,
we can reveal our true selves!”, he says. Scott nods. “Little does he realize
that the 'Kenyon College Ballroom Dance Club' is actually a front for the
Gambier Superhero League!” He focuses his laser-like vision on the breadstick
in front of him, and it bursts into flame. Jeff points a finger at it and the
breadstick is instantly covered in a rime of frost, dousing the flame. We
applaud.
“All right, friends,” says Marta, hovering several inches above her chair. “As
you all know, we must maintain the appearance of this 'Ballroom Club' so that
our true natures are not revealed to the campus. Plus, it's fun. So, to
business!”
- Allyson reports that the Dance department is bringing a guest artist in to
talk about social dancing. Which day is it, we ask? “Wait a moment,” she says.
“I'll run back to my room and grab my planner.” She gets up from her chair, and
her form wavers and blurs as she speeds up. Suddenly she's gone, in a flash of
orange, and there's a deafening sonic boom as she breaks the sound barrier. We
tense up, thinking our cover's been blown. “Meh”, says Becca, and with a snap
of her fingers removes the memory of the boom from everyone who might have
heard it. The people outside in Lower Dempsey relax and return to their food.
After six or seven seconds the orange blur returns and resolves itself into
Allyson's form, sitting in her chair with the planner open in front of her.
“October 12th”, she reports.
- We need a copy of Shall We Dance for our movie night. The Japanese department
has a copy. Brendan will speak with them about borrowing it.
- Dress rehearsals for Purdue will be held on the Monday and Wednesday before
Purdue (the 17th and 19th, respectively). Monday will be the Smooth and
Standard dances, Wednesday will be the Rhythm and Latin dances. Also, after the
Rhythm/Latin rehearsal we will take a team photo for the website. Valerie
reminds Brendan to turn off his electromagnetic field for the photo. “Remember
last year? When you smiled, you wiped the camera's memory and froze every
computer in Gund!” Brendan says he'll be more careful this time.
- Dues are due before the 8th of October. Allyson volunteers to poke people who
don't pay. No, Brendan is our designated poker. Ben also volunteers to poke
people, but we remind him that a person who can bend steel bars with his hands
probably shouldn't go around poking people. Remember, superheroes: safety
first!
- Marta tells us that the memorial plaque for Igor is done, and has been given
to Res Life. They'll put in a work order for it, and it should be up by the end
of the week.
(At this point, Vanessa steps into the room, through the wall. There's a faint
buzzing sound as she turns solid again. “Sorry I'm late, everyone!”, she says,
as she pulls up a chair. From the air above the chair comes a startled yelp,
and Valerie appears, sitting in the chair-- “Oops,” she says, “I didn't realize
I'd left my invisibility on.” Vanessa settles into a different chair, and the
meeting continues.)
- Marta is planning to create an official roster, based on the list of dues
paying members. Brendan will mention this in an email, the same email in which
he asks for dues.
- Which dances shall we make sure to cover before Purdue? We discuss this, and
decide that we should at least cover samba, foxtrot, American waltz,
International rumba, and International tango. We should also make sure we cover
the 3/8 turns in waltz
- Is the rumba fan allowed in newcomer at Purdue? We're not sure. Some of us
remember dancing the fan there when we were newcomers. We'll have to check
this.
- Marta: “Are we trying to get everyone USA-Dancified?”
There is some confusion over her neologism. Valerie explains that USA Dance used
to be known as USABDA, which stands for United Superheroes Against Bad guys,
Disasters, and Archvillains”. It's the national front organization for American
superheroes; they had to change the name because people were starting to catch
on.
Jeff elaborates: “Now it's USA Dance, 'a national ballroom dance association'.”
(as he says this, he makes big hand signals for quotation marks).
Valerie's voice, from thin air again: “We could just send out the link, and say
'USA-Dance yourself'.”
We may just do that. It's important that each of us be registered, so that if
there's a situation at which our heroic services are needed, USA-Dance will be
able to contact us and summon us to the scene.
- Valerie tells us she'll have the van assignments and dance partnerships sent
out by tonight. Autumn asks why we're bothering with vans, and offers to just
teleport everyone there. As if to punctuate her point, she gestures at Ben,
who's been sneaking around the table with a spoon, obviously intent on poking
Allyson with it. The spoon disappears, and reappears in Autumn's hand. She
smiles. Allyson laughs, and grins at Ben. “You know I would have dodged.” He
laughs. "Yeah, I know, but it was funny anyway."
Marta thanks Autumn, but explains that we have to go through the motions of
getting Kenyon vans so the administration won't suspect anything. “But you can
teleport us between mile markers – that'll make the drive go faster”.
Allyson: “Is it Wednesday yet?”
Marta: “No, dear, it's Tuesday. That would be why we're here in the meeting.”
Allyson: “Darn, I was hoping we'd moved it to Wednesday.”
Peter: “In the middle of the meeting? No... we haven't had anyone who could time
travel since Ksenia graduated.”
At this point the meeting ends, but no one leaves. Instead, we sit around
chatting.
- We discuss the old ballroom t-shirts, which apparently make excellent pajamas.
Plus, they're fireproof (which is good news for Scott!), and can withstand up to
600 pounds of pressure per square inch. Written on the back are such phrases as
“If there aren't enough guys, the girls have to share”, and “When you go down,
go down like you mean it”, and “Girls might have to help the guys find their
hips.”
That last is sad but true, it seems. Guys don't know how to move their hips. We
discuss “total hip arthroscopy”, in which one's ones hip joints are fused, and
decide that nothing short of that will be an acceptable excuse for not moving
one's hips.
Allyson: “I want my hips unfused!”
- We discuss the concept of holding more than one officership at once. Some are
surprised to find that it's possible. We explain that it actually happens quite
often.
Peter: “Valerie, remember that time when you were in three positions at once?”
Valerie: “Four! It was four!”
Eventually, the meeting breaks up. Peter's pencil, which has been dancing across
the page untouched by anyone, returns itself neatly to his pocket. His notebook
closes itself, and floats into his backpack, and Peter cheerfully sets off to
type up the minutes.*
*Please note: events detailed within may have not occurred exactly as written