(klingon\ noun; the lowest level of ice tourist. Generally dragged to the rink against their will by frenemies or extended family. Usually found with death grip (clinging onto) the dasher boards, nervously taking stiff walking steps on rental skates).
My lesson is scheduled for 2:30 pm and the session starts an hour earlier. This gives me plenty of time to warm up and plenty of time for the crowd to turn the ice into a rutted combat zone. Coach Kelly had been at the rink giving lessons since 7 am. When we skated up to each other I could tell she was hesitant to attempt a lesson in the midst of the crowd. But I said "we're here, let's do it". We eased into the traffic with me demonstrating back outside swing rolls and Kelly giving me correction. I almost got collected by a three foot tall person with an E-Z skater aimlessly going against traffic. Fortunately no blood was drawn and I did get some good tips from Kelly about timing of the swing which wasn't obvious to me. This is why it pays to have a coach!
After that we launched into the Canasta Tango. I had attempted to skate it on my own in traffic and hadn't made much headway. I told her to just skate me through it so I'd get an idea of where the dance was supposed to be on the ice and after that I wanted to follow her and watch her slide chasses and the cross roll at step 14 in order to mentally capture a good model to mimic at at quieter session next week.
To say it was hectic is an understatement. As we flowed through traffic my brain recorded a bizarre kaleidoscope of snap-shot images: one ice tourist went down hard and banged the backside of her head on the ice. It took several minutes before the ice monitors could move her off-ice. Then there were people's expressions as we cut through the crowd in dance mode. Some smiled as we passed, others looked on in puzzlement. Kids were cutting in and out as we skated the pattern.
We next worked on the step behinds for the Rhythm Blues. I could do the two in which the right foot crosses behind the left but the middle one where the left foot crosses behind the right is going to take some work (and probably a couple shots of rum).
At the end of the lesson Kelly gave me a CD with dance music covering ice dances from the Dutch Waltz to Rocker Foxtrot. I listened to it in the car on the way home and my first impression was "What Dreck!" I don't think that our rink has up-graded dance test music since the '70s. I remember being turned off by some of this same music back in my University of Delaware days. Fortunately the music for The Fiesta Tango (which I'll approach much later) is a tune I like: "Adios Muchachos" .
Here's a version way better than the rink's pathetic version.
Americans will probably better remember Louis Armstrong's version (When we are dancing and you're dangerously near me, I get "idears", yea "idears")
This may help me survive the Dutch Waltz and Rhythm Blues music selections--something to look forward to....