ealdanagutiérrez; 001

[adequacies]

While I know there are many more pressing matters at hand, there's been a distinct problem I've noticed onboard in the most recent karaoke nights.  I won’t name names, but I have noticed a lack of rhythm that can be rectified with a little practice. Luckily, I am here to help, and there is no singing required.

This Friday, I'll be hosting a group salsa class in the community room.   You don't need to have danced before; all prior skills you need are the ability to count to eight and how to stand up straight.

All are welcome, though anyone who is judgmental towards others just learning will be asked to leave.  I don't have patience for that, and it's supposed to be fun.

See you Friday at seven.  Wear comfortable shoes.

Comments

[loculus]

The only one I met in Montana barely even understood the meaning of "mediocre" and I deserve a do-over.

[oneirophrenic]

Certainly, if your idea of a good time involves Pabst Blue Ribbon and some smoke-filled pool hall run by a man named Randy.

[loculus]

I said it was Montana; we drank Kettlehouse Cold Smoke.

[oneirophrenic]

I don't even know what that is.

[loculus]

Yet another mediocre American beer.

[oneirophrenic]

And I suppose this Wyatt could crush beer cans with his biceps? This is what you would like on the ship?

[loculus]

The drought of biceps that could subdue nations is an obvious lacuna in our force, and one I intend to correct.

[oneirophrenic]

I see.

[loculus]

That's the least number of syllables I've ever seen you use in polite company.

[oneirophrenic]

I simply hadn't realized you felt there was such a shortage of beefy men on this ship.

[loculus]

The men in Battlest are built, yes, but there is a severe beef deficiency.

[oneirophrenic]

Well. I hope you and Ronen's ex-Wyatt get on like gangbusters.

[loculus]

A physiotherapist would benefit all of us, Nikola.

[oneirophrenic]

I'm sure.

[chemveil]

I'm sensing judgement. You don't think this is a good time?

[oneirophrenic]

It depends.

[chemveil]

On?

[oneirophrenic]

Is it a gay bar? Is cocaine available? Is there at least one glory hole? &c.

[chemveil]

I love that everything you tell me always paints a very clear picture. You're like a poet.

[oneirophrenic]

I try my best.

[chemveil]

Have you ever considered writing?

[oneirophrenic]

I've been working on a memoir.

[chemveil]

You should let me read what you have so far.

[oneirophrenic]

No. It's a work in progress.

[chemveil]

I'm a very good editor.