Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Yordie Yordie

During the summer at home, when my whole family gets together for dinner I'll often just sit back and watch the 5 different conversations going on around the table. I am not really into fighting to make my voice heard over the din. I much prefer just watching people interact with each other. Of course this is until my basically blind, basically deaf grandfather gets concerned that I've left the building and shouts at the table "IS DEIDRE HERE?" to which I try to yell back, but can't because well, I don't have the pipes and then everyone resumes talking again.

Last night I went to the last swing class of the year, PLUS the last swing class taught by Swing Teacher (goodbye my love). After the class (where we learned the a solo dance because there were like double the amount of follows than leads...The Jitterbug Stroll - how sweet is that song?)


Anyhoo, then we went out for some drinks and pizza. I was about to take my standard role of being the quiet one who sits in the corner and watches everyone else, I was surprised (and a little horrified) to find that people wanted to include me in the conversation! This was good in that I got to chat to people in my class; but horrible in that it meant that I had to focus on the conversations I was having which gave me less time gaze longingly at Swing Teacherto watch the party unfold.

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  1. Okay Kitten. Do. You. Want. A. Man? Do you?! Of course you do! SO, you need to engage in conversation whenever appropriate, and you need to quit taking these swing class things (although they look adorable and fun)where there are too many "follows", probably several 40-something women like myself, and a handful of 20-something gay men, I'm certain (Love you Pumpkin!).

    Let go of the Swing Teacher, and stroll down the lane with some attitude. Demigod... where are you Fairy Demigod?... help her...

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  2. Actually, the swing class has no gay men, which is a loss in of itself! And there aren't always an exorbitant amount of follows only this week.

    And while I want a man, I am not about to give up something I love to find one.

    Not to say I don't need help - I do! Help me Fairy demigod-mother!)

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  3. OK, I'm either atupid or new, but what does Yordie Yordie mean? Your swing teacher's name? Your grandpa's name? The dance you learned? Some wierd obscure Swedish reference?

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  4. I've decided that I'm stupid. Because I can't even spell "stupid".

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  5. aww, it's one of the dance moves in the clip (uh, I think...); the guy is all "yordie yordie, pivot around and shake it down" :)

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  6. I just left a comment and it vanished. Poof.

    I said... so don't quit the swing classes you "LOVE" (I understand, and I apologize if I offended you). I'll keep sending you good "find a man" juju. My hunch is you're a strong, secure gal and when the right fella comes along, he might be lucky enough to catch YOUR eye. ;)

    Yordie! Yordie!

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  7. Ohhhhhh, I guess he does say Yordie Yordie (or something like it, anyway)! Silly me!

    :)

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  8. Chris - apologies all around for disappearing comments! I wasn't offended, and I *do* need help, clearly.

    Nannygoats - it is very hard to say what he is saying, haha.

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  9. Dude! Does that mean guys can swing you between their legs and you jump all around with a big smile on your face the whole time? Awesome!

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  10. x - Haha, not yet! but hopefully soon!

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