Damn, we fucked up

Showed up to Capoeira almost an hour late. Andres noticed my new sneakers, which are still shiny.

Andres: You got these nice shoes for running and you don't even make it here in time to run. Oh, that's why they're so nice. You haven't ran in them yet.
Jesse II: He still needs to break them in.

It was just Jesse II; Brian (not to be confused with my old college roommate Brian or Brian at the GNC); his brother, Chris, a.k.a. Elmo; a new student named Arturo; and I. Andres had a bunch of scabs and was limping. They said he was in a motorcycle accident. Then Andres said he got hit by a car on the freeway when the car went into his lane. One combo we practiced: Armada, Esquiva, Au into Negativa, Meia Lua de Compasso, Rasteria de Compasso, Moccoco. I can't remember the other one, but it went something like: Armada, Martelo, Esquiva, Au into Negativa, Meia de Compasso, Parafuso ... I think.

Andres gave a good parable about the Parafuso. He related it to the saying: When you're in jail, a good friend will be on the other side of the bars saying, "You fucked up," but a great friend will be next to you in jail saying, "Damn, we fucked up." Andres said that in Brazil, they say, "A good friend is like a Parafuso" because a Parafuso is 2 kicks in 1, or 1 after another.

Then we did an exercise traveling along Andres' kick pads where we weren't allowed to touch them while doing Au into Negativa, Rasteria de Compasso, Parafuso.

We played Capoeira tag. Whoever got hit by a Martelo at anytime was "it." Only those not "it" could be bought out. Andres went by "ini, mini, miney, mo" to determine who was "it" first. It was me. They hesitated who would face me first. Brian was hesitant a lot. I scored a bunch of kicks on him. Took a break. Sang.

Andres told us a story about how he had to do a Capoeira demonstration at some college. There was a miscommunication about the time. He got there first and they told him he had to go in 5 minutes or else it would be cancelled. He played the berimbau, got the crowd to sing Paranue, played the atabaque drum, and did moves around the drum. When his mestre and company arrived, and he told them what happened, his mestre accused him of setting it up so that he would go alone for glory. Ha.

We did one more game with Jesse II's camera recording. Had some technical difficulties and joked how sophisticated it was. Then watched it afterward.