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I'm as happy as I can remember being lately, as happy as I've been since the last time I began dating. On the one hand, it's a momentary thing brought on by a good meal and some mango nectar, but on the other hand it's been a good weekend.

Sure, there were some people who were annoying--I was amazed to rediscover my ability to really be irked by a person's tone of voice. But still, the lessons were good, and last night's astounding dances were worth the entire cost of the workshop. I've only ever been quite so on once before. I was on fire! I was amazing! The people who walked away from me unimpressed were the easily-dismissed exceptions.

My favorite quote was from an instructor named Ogden. He and Amanda were teaching us about leading from non-traditional body parts, like by touching our partner's shoulders or wrists. But he cautioned us about not getting too focused on using wrists: "Wrists are good as friends. But hands...!" It was the funniest moment of the weekend, which was hard after Topher and Mike's class.

Saturday: spent dancing, eating amaretto/chocolate bon-bons and reading Vernor Vinge.

Sunday: I went to fly a few practice flights on the training hills at Ed Levin. But I lucked upon one of the liftiest days the East Bay has seen this spring. There were maybe 20 other pilots there, and some people stayed aloft for nearly 2 hours. I again flew in the wrong spots, so I came down after about half an hour; but the other people who came over to the same region as me did the same thing, so it's not that I was a terrible pilot. So, my second soaring flight ever! Go me.

In summary: I live the good life.

Megan and I went on an all-day bicycle-based exploration of San Francisco.

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