Why we dance on Sundays

We have a friend, new to Tango, who has absolutely refused to go to a milonga on Sunday.

"But the music is really great at the Sunday milonga!  And there's going to be classes and shows by Argentinian teachers!  And lots of great leaders to dance with!  And - ohhh, snacks and alcoholic beverages!"  we said, trying to tempt her with all the things that would usually be irresistible to dancers everywhere.

Our friend gives a look like we are crazy.  "But I have to go to work early the next morning!  Sorry guys, I will have to wait until I have Monday off to enjoy your Sunday milonga, no matter how lovely it sounds," she said, like the completely rational and sensible person she is.

By the way, she had just been working for most of Saturday - and almost didn't make it to the milonga that evening.

Apparently, we have forgotten no "normal" or "sane" person goes out dancing on Sunday, or even on weekdays when there is work the next day.  These "pre-work" evenings are much more fruitfully spent on either "resting so one can work" or "mentally fortifying oneself for work", or maybe even "work, so that we can get it out of the way of more work", and other admirable "work" pursuits.

I remember what Sundays were like for me before Tango.  They were not relaxing.  We had to get all the household chores done (since we don't have enough time during the week - due to work), all the grocery shopping done, maybe we would decompress with a little "shopping therapy" at the nearby mall, but we wouldn't go anywhere far or do anything too strenuous.  I would feel nervous and guilty if I wasn't home by 7 p.m. because I wanted time to rest and prepare for the next day.

To be honest, I would feel anxious even if I was home at 7 p.m. - and I would still be anxious all evening, fretting about the rotten things I would have to contend with once I stepped into the office at 9 a.m. the next day.  AND I would toss and turn all night, having worked myself into a frenzy of worry.  It was no surprise that I usually went to work looking like a really wired and pissed-off Panda on Monday morning.

"Argggggghhhhh!  Where's my COFFEE!???!?!"

I have a colleague who has it much much worse - she is stressing about Monday the moment she leaves work on Friday.  You can already guess what kind of havoc this kind of pressure is wreaking on her life and her health.

Once we became "crazy" Tango people, this is what happens on our Sundays:

8:00 a.m. - Wake up, feed cats, go back to bed.

8:15 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. - Do nothing.  Sleep.  Do no household chores.  We're pretty tired after dancing until 1 a.m. the previous night.  The house is really dusty, but we haven't died yet.

11:00 a.m. - Cook lunch.

Noon - Eat lunch.

1:00 p.m. - 3:00 p.m.  - More nothing.  Do no household chores.  Some of these dust balls are getting so big they are starting to talk to us.  

3:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m. - Nap.  

6:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m. - Heat leftovers and eat them for dinner.  Get dressed.  Go to Milonga.

9:00 p.m. to midnight - Dance!

1:30 a.m. - That's when our heads hit the our pillows.  We fall asleep instantly.

Believe it or not, I am totally functional and not like Angry Panda on Monday morning.  And everything is still the same at work - except I am no way as stressed.  I have totally forgotten what it was that I was supposed to do first thing on Monday, but it isn't the end of the world because with all the support staff freaking out and running into my office to tell me, I am completely up to speed within 20 seconds anyway.

With Tango to look forward to (and prepare for) at the end of a weekend, not only have I discovered that there is no space for work anxiety on Sunday - I have realized that there is NO NEED for work anxiety on Sunday, Saturday, or any other day.

Society promotes devotion to work as a virtue and expects people to work or be thinking about work even when they have left work.  It's taking over the world, with people putting in  sixty, seventy, eighty or more hours of work a week, and always checking emails and being on call twenty-four hours a day.  I always hear people BOASTING about how busy they are, how hard they are working, and how they don't have time to sleep, let alone rest. Isn't there something fundamentally wrong with this?

We are crossing our fingers and hoping that our Tango newbie friend will come around and discover that it is not the end of the world to dance on Sunday night, and that dancing will not affect her work performance on Monday. We can guarantee that Tango on Sundays will leave her happier and more refreshed - and who knows, maybe a change in perspective about Sundays will make her re-examine her whole work/life balance?

Live more, live better.  Dance - even if you have to work the next day!*

* Actually our household chores and grocery shopping aren't being neglected!  We just time manage better and accomplish these things during the week to leave our weekends open for dancing.

**  Dancing until midnight on Sunday and leaving all work worries behind the entire weekend actually makes me focus better on work on Monday morning.

*** If we don't dance on Sunday (and it could because of unexpected price increase, surprise shows we don't want to watch, etc.) we treat it as an unexpected gift of free time and we have a delightful time going out on mini-excursions during the day or going out for a nice romantic dinner at night.  We are used to not thinking about work on Sunday so we can enjoy our Sundays even if we don't dance!

Distractions

We have been very preoccupied this past week.  In fact, our usual "undivided" (yeah, that's right!) attention to Tango had some pretty stiff competition from happenings in "The Real World".  Like, for example:

1.  Massive protests in Hong Kong over the Communist Brainwashing curriculum:

http://www.theepochtimes.com/n2/china-news/hong-kong-chief-scraps-brainwashing-classes-after-massive-protests-289714.html?popular

There was a huge protest outside government offices by students, parents and teachers (over 120,000 people).  Some participants staged a hunger strike. 

"What's going to happen?  Will the government back down?  Will the communists send in tanks and soldiers and turn it into a second Tiananmen Square massacre?" we asked each other.

Finally the Hong Kong government relented (as if!) and announced some kind of sneakily worded (non)compromise...

And then we were worried all weekend that the student protestors would 'buy' into these lies and believe that the Hong Kong government would truly give up on their Communist brainwashing tactics.  We were relieved when the student protestors issued a statement indicating that they were fully aware of what the government was up to, and that they are continuing this brave fight.  Bravo!

2.  The Hong Kong Legislative Council Elections

Sure, we are in Canada, but we were scanning the internet all weekend for news and results.  Go! Go! People Power!

3. Knitting mistakes

I mistakenly joined the left shoulder to the right shoulder when I was knitting the shoulder straps for my Alice Starmore "Eriskay" sweater.  Had to rip out three inches of knitting!  Ouch!

"How come my sweater looks like the Elephant Man and not even remotely like what it looks like in the knitting book?" I asked.

4.  Parking Ticket

I got a Parking Ticket.  I paid for the said Parking Ticket.  What are we going to take out from our budget to cover the cost?

"Now, let's see....I can't really cut into my chocolate and ice cream, shoe, makeup and clothing budget - and we still have to eat.  I know what - no whisky for you this month, Man Yung!" I concluded triumphantly.

5.   Ceiling Leak

Isn't it a bummer when the ceiling of your underground parking spot is leaking and your car gets covered with bits of ceiling plaster and suspicious-looking grainy brownish water?

I asked the contractor, "Did someone's toilet overflow?"

The contractor assured me no.

Whether I believe him is another story.

Your condominium amenities include "Underground swimming pool/Car Wash"

With all this stuff going on, it is a wonder that we even made it to Tango.  But even when we were at Tango, we were obviously thinking about something else....

....Which happened to be a good thing.  We were so distracted, we didn't even notice that:

1)  The DJ played rhythmic music all night! 
2)  Crazy dancers with no concept of personal space had invaded the dance floor and were writhing and intertwining like hundred tentacle demons from Tango Hell!
3)  The guest performance was nothing to write home about (unless, of course, all you wanted to do was bitch about how ghastly it all was)!
4) When tasty complementary snacks were laid out, everyone flocked over to the table like it was in the middle of a Communist China famine and grabbed all they could with their grimy, sweaty hands and created this giant germy health hazard that got communicated to everyone else they danced with, and everybody else that those people danced with etc. etc.!

and last but not least -

5) Wow, what a horrible time we had!

"We should find even more sources of distraction in the future!" said Man Yung.  "This way, we can mosey on right down to the hot burning flames of Tango Hell - and we will literally have our asses on fire and wouldn't even feel a thing!"