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Feb. 5th, 2006 05:45 pmA more than usually entertaining demo. Everyone was expecting turn out to be low, as happened right before the start of the superbowl, but instead the place was packed and beyond packed -- during Russ's broadsword routine they decided to close a sliding wall (because the crowd was spilling over into the stacks) and it almost looked like we might have a minor riot on our hands. I am generally not happy with my body right now (and I did wince a little to see my classmates performing wushu forms, and me not with them) but I love the Chen silks, which helped. We joked about how practicing backstage, which other groups practicing at the same time, in utter chaos, was way harder than any real practice, and if we could do that we could do anything... and then the actually performance was almost as chaotic. But it went well, even if we weren't nearly as cool as the senior wushu students, or cute as the wushu kids. (I mean, who is?)
Didn't manage to find the woman who was obviously encouraging her son to think about wushu classes. I was asking her how old he was, but didn't get an answer... I didn't ask in Chinese, partly because she looked really Southern to me, but that was probably silly. She may well have understood, or at the very least it would have put us on an equal footing of linguistic ineptitude, and we probably could have worked through the rest... I'm guessing he was a little young, but I'd like to have given her a school card, anyway.
And then off to the market, to Emmet Watson's Oyster Bar (good for what it is, but about all the fried food I want for the next month), to World Spice (I then left all of my purchases in Craig's car, because I am a moron!) and had some of the best hot chocolate in the known world. Oh, and I was told that the other Chinese formal wear place could actually have one of the brown and green mud silk blouses made for me, custom. (It is a terrible shame that my complexion is such that I am much more likely to find colors that work for me from Asian manufacturers, even though very little fits. Really, the complete triumph of fucntion over style in my wardrobe isn't all because I don't care, it's also because more interesting clothes are hard to find. And I mostly don't buy clothing I can't move in.) Tried to get Craig a fabulous formal jacket in a mossy green hemp cloth, but they didn't have one quite his size. *sigh*
Didn't manage to find the woman who was obviously encouraging her son to think about wushu classes. I was asking her how old he was, but didn't get an answer... I didn't ask in Chinese, partly because she looked really Southern to me, but that was probably silly. She may well have understood, or at the very least it would have put us on an equal footing of linguistic ineptitude, and we probably could have worked through the rest... I'm guessing he was a little young, but I'd like to have given her a school card, anyway.
And then off to the market, to Emmet Watson's Oyster Bar (good for what it is, but about all the fried food I want for the next month), to World Spice (I then left all of my purchases in Craig's car, because I am a moron!) and had some of the best hot chocolate in the known world. Oh, and I was told that the other Chinese formal wear place could actually have one of the brown and green mud silk blouses made for me, custom. (It is a terrible shame that my complexion is such that I am much more likely to find colors that work for me from Asian manufacturers, even though very little fits. Really, the complete triumph of fucntion over style in my wardrobe isn't all because I don't care, it's also because more interesting clothes are hard to find. And I mostly don't buy clothing I can't move in.) Tried to get Craig a fabulous formal jacket in a mossy green hemp cloth, but they didn't have one quite his size. *sigh*
