You know why I love the company of dancers? Because they spin fire. In a group. While another dancer shouts commands at them. Like

"EVERYONE CORKSCREW AT THE SAME!"
"NOW CORKSCREW IN THE SAME DIRECTION!"
"Yeah, clockwise, people!"
"NO! COUNTER-CLOCKWISE SOUNDS MORE EVIL! IN FACT, GO REVERSE CLOCKWISE!"
"NOW LEVITATE!"

Watching that filled me with much-needed glee. Also, one more Tuesday night = one more unit of passive peer pressure to learn a more girly form of fire dancing. Part of me wants to resist. Another part doesn't.

Sleepin' time. I'm still in the dark about all sorts of stuff, but I'm allowing myself to enjoy a small glimmer of hope for Saturday's capoeira roda. I'll be a Russian the weekend after that for a space program-themed communications workshop. Dennis got the whole Russian team authentic Russian hats. Now we need to bring along some vodka bottles and we'll be all set.