The Old Guy: part 2

Today's class with The Old Guy was pretty awesome. Not only has he added to his music library (he played U2, Tom Petty, the Travelling Wilbury's, the Counting Crows, and that 'big black horse and a cherry tree' chick) but he is slowly reminding me of Papa, my dad's dad.

When Charles and I get there, we're usually the first to arrive, as the hens come trailing in during the warm-up. The Old Guy is standing by the door with a list of everyone who has signed up for his class. I assume that he's not there to figure out who is coming or not but that he's trying to figure out what time he is allowed to decide that no one is coming to class and he gets to go back to bed.


He is a man of little words: he greets the class, says enough to tell us what to expect next and then is done. He is the character foil of Sparkles.


He also uses a handkerchief and blows his nose during class.




All in all, it's strangely endearing.


Today's class did leave me SO exhausted that I was feeling queasy towards the end of it. I think that's a sign that I need more sleep.

Until Tomorrow,


J