On Saturday, I danced with one of my favorite partners to fantastic live tango music (by the extra-wonderful Glover Gill and Tosca String Quartet). I was exhausted, sore from practice and class, and not entirely in my right mind apparently. When I sat down afterwards, a friend told me that I'd done "quite a lovely adornment" during a particular piece of the music.
Says me: "Pardon? A what?"
Says he: "An embellishment. With your foot."
Says me: "I did?"
nod in the affirmative.
Says me: "Oh . . . I think I was just tapping because he was having me wait. I'm always being told to wait. So I might have been tapping to rhythm. (At least I hope I was tapping to the rhythm.)"
Says he: "Well, it was very pretty."
I really need to pay attention more.