Went to the rink for the first time in, oh I don’t know, 20-ish years? Yeah, 20-ish years. . . that’s already more than I’m willing to admit.
Anyway, strapped on the skates, remained upright, make several slow and precarious circuits around the room.
Did NOT fall on my ass. Did NOT get mocked or jeered.
It doesn’t seem possible for a child of the 80s to have missed this basic life skill, but I did. So, I’m going out with some girlfriends tomorrow night to figure this thing out.
I expect to spend the entire night clinging to the wall with one hand and my friend Sharon with the other. Or on my butt on the floor.
Pray for me.
So, yeah. Turns out several years of dance instruction, competition and stage performance DOES NOT prepare you to play the drums. I mean, they are somewhat similar in that you are organizing all four limbs to move in coordinated rhythm, each limb doing something different.
And that’s where the similarities end. Because playing the drums? Each appendage is doing something completely and entirely different from every other appendage. Often to the distraction of the brain to which said appendages are actually attached.
What I’m trying to say is this: drumming is a ton of fun, and once you figure out a rhythm you can go for a bit all jamming out and stuff. Then you’re brain misfires and it all goes to hell.
So you start over. From the top.
Just like dance.
37. Upgrade my kitchen equipment. (2010: salt & pepper grinders, forged steel cutlery, heavy duty skillets)
Can I just say how much of a difference the new cutlery has made in my life? I cook almost daily, with all the slicing, dicing, and chopping that entails. And my old, cheap, Walmart knives just weren’t up to the rigors of my routine. So, I purchased this great set from Anolon.
I discovered Anolon knives on a trip to California, when we visited my delightful in-laws. I fell in love with the weight and balance of Sue’s set and immediately wanted some of my own. That was two or three years ago. And now I have them and could not be happier.
Out of my way world, I’ve got knives. Really sharp ones!
That’s what I told myself all day as I waited in anticipation of the delivery of a set of wine red drums. Which my drum teacher would be helping me assemble and tune. And then play.
So, we set up the kit and got to work. But not before I admitted my anxiety, my perfectionist tendencies, and my serious fear of playing any kind of instrument in front of another human being. And also my crush on a world-renowned drummer, to whose skill I could never hope to aspire.
He thought that was ok and we got to work. And you know what? To my astonishment, it wasn’t bad or scary or intimidating. Well, maybe a little intimidating. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, I ended the lesson with a huge ridiculous smile on my face.
Because that? That was a whole hell of a lot of fun. And if I hadn’t been playing for over an hour already, I’d practice a little more. I’m having a blast!
*Bonus points for catching the reference.
Well, I’m not quite to the drum lessons just yet, but I did just buy a drum kit. And I’m in communication with a potential teacher. I think that counts as progress.
Inspired by Mighty Girl and a long list of other women who are setting grand adventures into motion, I thought I’d share my own list. Or at least, my list so far. Which is not quite 100 yet, but is 36, which happens to be my current age. Funny that. Anyway, I’ve been building this list since last Thanksgiving, and for some reason it makes me extremely anxious to share it with the universe. Which is dumb, I know, but I’m not an open book and this feels really exhibitionist.
Well, here goes:
1. Drive a race car.
2. Get a pilot’s license.
3. Live on an island.
4. Speak French fluently.
5. And maybe Spanish, too.
6. Go back to France.
7. Make wine.
8. Make homemade cheese(s). (1/30/10: ricotta)
9. Visit New York.
10. Take a helicopter tour of interior Maui.
11. Ice skate.
12. Replace my cheap wine glasses with fine glassware or crystal.
13. Break out the china and silver for something mundane, like spaghetti or hamburgers.
14. Travel to Java to see the volcanos.
15. Learn to scuba dive.
16. Write a novel.
17. Learn to sail.
18. Visit every island in the Caribbean. (Key West, Grand Cayman, Cozumel)
19. Teach my nephews and nieces to drive a stick-shift.
20. Visit the zoo, a really great zoo like San Diego or Fort Worth, with a child. (San Francisco Zoo w/ niece Dejohna)
21. Hike into the Costa Rican Monteverde or Santa Elena Cloud Rain Forest.
22. Take Handsome on a surprise, last-minute, exotic vacation.
24. Touch the sandstone walls of Petra.
25. Skinny-dip in a stranger’s pool while the entire family is out of town.
26. Own a convertible.
27. Begin drawing again, including art classes if necessary.
28. Buy a little black dress.
29. Celebrate the New Year in Paris, New York, Sydney, Rio de Janiero, London, and Dubai. (Paris 1998/1999 & 1999/2000 <–Millennium! Awesome!)
30. Go back to school to get the degree I never knew I wanted: English Literature.
31. Find the perfect recipe for wonton soup.
32. Make homemade marshmallows. (Christmas 2009)
33. Learn to tango.
34. Take drum lessons.
35. Road-trip across the American Southwest. See meteor crater, grand canyon, four corners, etc.
36. Witness the crab migration on Christmas Island.
Ok, I showed you mine. Show me yours!