Walk-worthy points within Union included nut butter and Panettone samples from the Biscotteria Forno Cultura pop-up, whiskey sampling and custom engraving at the Johnnie Walker booth, and the upcycled Tomorrow Tree, all of which were housed within the VIA Rail Hall/West Wing, connecting Great Hall and the UP Express pedestrian bridge.
The Strawberry Matcha Latte that I had hoped would rival that of Boba Guys demonstrated absolute repugnance in every possible aspect: sickeningly sweet with chunky bits of jam, complete with a murky grey layer of supposed matcha. The Milk Tea wasn't half bad in comparison; that said, tapioca pearls were horrendously soggy though.
It wasn't until later that evening that it dawned on me: the cashier had omitted the Holiday promo price from our order altogether.
Nathan, whom I had spoken with prior to committing to the weekly KDC Drop-In sessions, led the first Beginner class with perfect pizzazz. His positive presence was unmistakable, and his patience a basis for encouragement.
The group practiced various methods of move projection: subtle vs. exaggerated, facing the mirror vs. facing the back wall, etc. Purposes of these exercises were to highlight areas of uncertainty and prompt the incorporation of personal style. The act(s) of suppressing or amplifying moves assisted in expression, for altering between degrees of exaggeration adds interest, much like how speeches are delivered in dynamic tones with varying intonation.
The final exercise involved turning off the lights, creating the ultimate judgement-free zone to articulate oneself in his or her desired manner. The routine was fun, and, in spite of being unable to memorize the entire routine with confidence, I was satisfied with my progress, knowing that there was potential for continued growth.