Step, Step, Death, Step
Tonight, DJ Luke Albao!
Dear Jam Cellar Readers: We received news last week that the small, unstable livestock-cargo plane carrying Naomi and Nina to Herrang disappeared over the Swedish Alps. However, in a bizarre streak of luck, Nina's Iphone still picks up a signal, and she has sent us an update to let us know that she and Naomi are uninjured and are going to attempt to make their way back to civilization along with their rescued rabbit, Fluffle McChitter. Because many of you are friends with them, I have included their next correspondence at the end of this email. R.W.
Intro to Balboa (Week 3 of 5)!
More of that incredible dance that's sweeping a small portion of the nation. Learn why the California swing dance has such a passionate cult following in the swing dance scene. Drop-ins for tonight's class only for people who know the balboa basic and the come-around and lollies. Taught by international Balboa instructors Bobby un der partner Kate.
Sign up for the 1-Minute Showcase (August 12)
Do you love watching incredible dance choreography, but the thought of spending three minutes in front of hundreds of people in the middle of a contest makes you curl into the fetal position? Then this is the perfect event for you! It's the one-minute showcase, inspired by a similar event at the great Lindy Hop camp called the Inspiration Weekend (see how inspiring it is?).Basically, you sign up, you come up with one minute of choreography (partnered dance or solo jazz) to a song of your choice, and you perform it along with others Aug. 12. You even get in free to that dance. Sign up downstairs, and members of the Jam Cellar crew will be on hand throughout the month to help you with anything you need.
Pillars of Looking Fancy in August
We at the Jam Cellar concentrate a lot on how the dance feels, so that everyone who learns at Jam Cellar will forever be mentioned by attractive members of the opposite sex as "feel-good dancers." Now it's time to check ourselves out a little bit, and talk about looking good. This series will talk about all the dimensions of a great-looking dance, and moves that best illustrate those dimensions. Coming in August.
2 Summer mini-workshops at Glen Echo!
Bobby and Kate and the Jam Cellar will be offering two different two-hour workshops at Glen Echo this July for your quick fix needs. Balboa Bootcamp (8 to 10 p.m. July 17) will breeze you through the fundamentals of Balboa at a lightening pace, while Beginning Uptempo Lindy (8 to 10 p.m. July 24) will breeze you through lightening lindy hop at a fundamental pace. Each workshop is $22 per person. Presented in cooperation with the Glen Echo Park Partnership for Arts & Culture, Inc., the National Park Service and Montgomery County, MD.
Email from Nina Gilkenson
Subject: Something strange is going on here
Hey Boobs, [Translation: Bobby]
A lot of strange things have been happening here. I can't go into it right now, but I though someone should know just in case we never make it back. I've included my iPhone diary entries for you, as well as my high scores on iYatzee from the past few days. In the event of my death, please show them to Kate and Stephanie [Nina's housemates] and point out how much I own them.
Day 3:
We've been hiking for two days now, and Naomi had the brilliant idea of taking a sheet of metal from the wreckage to make a sled out of, to carry our baggage and whatever we could get from the wreckage, which mostly included bunny food, which ironically tastes like death. We also found a loaded gun, which I hope doesn't come back to haunt us. I don't know if we're going to make it. Perhaps I should stop listening to the "Planecrash" playlist I've made. I think it's bringing the mood down.
Day 5: Still no sign of civilization, and we are starving. Naomi whispered to me that perhaps we should think about other options, such as rabbit sushi. I grew suspicious, and put Fluffle McChitter in my carry-on bag, and pointed the gun at Naomi all day in case she came close to the bunny. She thinks I'm not handling the shock of the plane crash well and am not acting rationally. I threw snow at her to show her who was acting rationally and who wasn't. I think she got the idea. We're all going to get out of this, Naomi, Fluffle, and me, as a family should.
Day 9:
Fluffle McChitter has to die. Though I love both Naomi and Fluffle, I'm emotionally prepared to shoot and eat one of them. And though Naomi runs slower than Fluffle, she made a convincing argument for why it has to be Fluffle. At least, I think its convincing, I can't tell these days, as everything seems to blend together into the whiteness that surrounds my soul.
Day 10:
We gave Fluffle one more night to live, overstuffing him with bunny food, allowing him to cuddle with two incredibly attractive and mysterious women, who were themselves wearing thirteen layers of clothing, and in the morning, Naomi started a fire and I got the gun.
It's very hard shooting a bunny if you've never fired a pistol before. While I was taking down trees, bushes, and snow piles, Fluffle bolted for the woods and disappeared down a hole. I went to the edge of the hole to fire down it, but the snow suddenly gave out beneath me and I fell.
The next thing I remember, Naomi was calling my name. I was on a hard surface about twenty feet down the large hole. I saw something sticking up form the surface, and I brushed away the snow there. I found I was lying on top of a portal door with an iron handle. On the door was written the number 651-753-0240.
"What the [fudge]?"
"What is it?" Naomi asked.
"It's my phone number."
Oops, sorry, Bobby. That's all I have time to send you right now, but I'll promise to stay in touch. It shouldn't be a problem, as my iPhone for some reason hasn't died yet. The battery keeps recharging itself. Something really strange is going on here.
P.S. Did you see So You Think You Can Dance last night? That was incredible.
Love, Neeners