2009-03-07 Mesa Checkmates
News from Square Dance Land…
On March 7th, Martha and I headed over to Mesa where I called for the Checkmates. For those that do not know, this is a Plus club, and they’ve got a really nice hall. I think it was once heralded at a Senior Center, but is now called, I think, a Multi-Generational Center. It is well lit, with great floors.
The evening started out a little rocky, the dance was fun, and then ended with a small disaster.
I think I mentioned that I’d had a small falling out with another club in the area about how I do dances. If I call some basic material, and the floor breaks down in a major way, I’m going to fix it and move on. Some think what I’m doing is work-shopping, and that may be true, but really what I do is set everyone up for success. (At least I try to do this.)
Before the dance, one of the club members asked to speak to me privately about this matter. I didn’t really know what he wanted, but we spoke about it. He was very blunt about how he felt. He was of the opinion that if dancers couldn’t cut it, I should just keep calling for those that could. I kept my cool, but I did tell him that while I was there to call a dance, if the floor breaks down, I’m going to fix it. People don’t pay me to stand around and stare at the stage. I also said that were I anyone else, I doubt that we’d be having this conversation and it was borderline inappropriate. He disagreed, but I’d like to see him try to lecture some of the other callers that come visit. I’ll sell tickets and popcorn. After he lectured me, he then left the dance. He didn’t even wait to see how it turned out. Go figure.
The dance was fun. We had, about six squares for the evening. Five at the very end. (There’s always a few that try to get away early to get a good seat at Denny’s.
I kept it pretty middle of the road difficulty wise but I also liked to keep the tempo on the brisk side. Not so fast that they’re running, but I think far too many dances that I’ve been to are way too slow.
Steve Harris was the Round Dance Cuer and he did an excellent job. He was set up before I got there, so I didn’t have to even take my equipment out of the car. That was nice.
I said, at the beginning of this post, that there was a small disaster. We had five squares at the end… they made a big ring to say “Thank You.” I said (foolishly) “wait, I’ll join you!” Then proceeded to step off the stage on to a chair, then on the floor. In a perfect world, it would have happened just that way. However, it turns out that the chairs are not really built to have 200+ pound men step on them. So, I went through the chair and landed face-first on the floor. The chair frame punctured my pant leg, scratched my skin and put a small hole in the skin. Yes, there was blood. No, there was not a lot of it.
My pride was damaged the worst though.
I got up, we said thank you, and I limped back on stage to pack my stuff. Thankfully, Steve Harris (as I also mentioned already) had used his gear, so all I had to do was pack my laptop. Someone gave me a bandage and that stopped the bleeding for the moment.
When I got home, I surveyed the damage. I had a huge bruise, a small puncture wound, and a large scratch. I cleaned it all out and was fine. (I had a tetanus shot back in 2001, so I’m still good there.)
The next day, I got a note from one of the club members asking how I was and to send him some information for insurance purposes. Not long after I learned that the club insurance only covers what happens to the dancers. It doesn’t cover what happens what callers do idiotic things.
That week… to add insult to injury …I developed a toothache. Turns out that I had “cracked tooth syndrome” and it may have happened when I landed on the floor. (My head didn’t hit the floor, but the tightening of the jaw and the sudden stopping would have been enough.) That resulted in some quality time at the dentist’s office and a gold crown.
What fun.
Until next time, keep dancing!
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