‘Last night for movie night over at Larken’s place, we watched “Shall we dance?”, a 2004 remake of the Japanese version, “Shall we dance?”. It was a surprisingly cute chic-flick. I say surprising, because I really don’t like Jennifer Lopez. She spent 2/3rds of the movie looking pissed off. Whee. 🙂 Anyway, the reason it’s stuck in my head today is that like the very first dancing movie I ever saw, “Strictly Ballroom”, it made me want to take dance lessons. Unlike “Dirty Dancing”, which was ALL about Swayze’s ass and a taudry romance, “Strictly Ballroom” was about the romance AND the actual dance steps. The music is stunning, and every time I watch it, I want run out and sign up for dance lessons so I can learn to move like that. Thanks, Meggie, for making me watch it for the first time and getting me totally hooked. There’s just something about good music that really gets to my feet. So, I left Larken’s place last night wanting to grab John and sign us both up for a long set of dance lessons. At least we’d look good at our wedding, whenever that may be. As another plus, there’s the fun dresses. 🙂
Another big part of me being totally girly is… hummingbirds! They’re almost here! They should arrive here sometime from tomorrow through Monday. I have my feeders all ready and filled up, just waiting. I keep imagining I hear one outside, but.. nothing yet. I planted all of my plants outside, but they are too little to bloom yet. 🙁 I found out that hummingbirds tend to follow the blooming of the Dwarf Red Buckeye, so I will have to buy a ton of them once we buy a real house. Next decade, perhaps. 🙂 I don’t want to plant expensive trees and then move out.
The bad part about spring is that all the wasps start coming back to life. 🙁 John bought me some wasp death traps for my birthday last year. I have one up now, but no waspy death yet. I’ve been using sugar water, but I think I will switch to something fruity and yellow. Yellow being the favorite color of bees and wasps. I plan on letting the honeybees out, but killing all of the wasps. I really hate wasps. All of the ones flying around now ore females, looking for nesting spots. Each one I kill now means 30 more I won’t see this summer. I want to just run around in the backyard with a can of wasp spray and kill everything I see. Kill!
This is truly uncanny. We must have been seperated at birth. I’ve been toying with the idea of Tango lessons, Flamenco lessons, and Swing lessons for several years now… My ex mentioned the idea of taking Swing lessons to me when we first met, and I, being very shy around him at the time, waited for him to sign us up and tell me, while he assumed that my lack of further comment was a silent ixnay on the idea. I think I shall go and learn flamenco while simultaneously learning to speak Spanish fluently from a Pimsleur CD set. Humpf.
The hummingbird thing is astounding as well! I just bought my Dad a little plastic trilling hummingbird to attach to the Christmas tree. You see, he had been lamenting just the other day how he wondered what had become of the little Christmas ornament we’d had when my sis and I were younger that played birdsong on a timer. It thrilled the cats to no end. I echoed his lamentation, and lo and behold, I found one at Walgreen’s in the form of a plastic hummingbird no less than two hours ago…
Also, my mom just adored hummingbirds, and I avidly picked up her enthusiasm. Unfortunately, I cannot view them from my 11th story high-rise, but I do get to see the occasional flock of geese. Once, while in Jamaica, I saw their native hummingbird sitting on a washing line. He sat and preened his extraordinarly long red tail for what seemed like 15 minutes. An infinity with a hummingbird. While he held the tail betwixt his teeth, he looked as if he were doing an arabesque. It was a crowning moment of my trip to Jamaica. It ranked up there with the sunsets, and the awesome Jamaican grass.