I think I have finally recuperated from this year’s Heritage Ball weekend. The Heritage Ball is truly a “no sleep weekend” as the President of Good Deeds International herself, Cheryl Powe, said in her interview with Lamont Watts. I hope you caught his coverage from the ball with ClubSteppin.com internet radio.
When new steppers ask me what to expect at the Heritage Ball, I say for any stepper you will either really love it or really hate it. I attended the last four years and enjoyed every single one. I enjoy reconnecting with old friends from everywhere, meeting and dancing with new, different people, “many” men to dance with, and engaging in interesting conversations. If that is what a stepper is looking for, The Heritage Ball is for you. Some people don’t go because it is really crowded – every night, every day party. For some, there are so many different activities to choose from, it may be overwhelming. Others may not enjoy being in a new city with a couple of friends that are off to somewhere else while they sit waiting for a dance. I think there is a lot for anyone to love – seminars on relationships, health, workshops to learn, games, skating, and dancing all day every day – Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and more. Review “The Beast” and plan your trip setting out knowing what you want to do but be flexible because plans can change and be ready to mingle.
For 2017 my plan was to go to Atlanta and dance until I could not move. I got to that point, took a nap, and went right back to it. For the first time, I spent two days in sneakers to rest my aching feet. Here are my top ten memories and unforgettable moments from the Heritage Ball weekend.
- The day party on the 10th floor on Saturday afternoon was the best time – the music and Maurice Thomas’ freestyle took the party to the next level.
- Drewry Alexander’s and Erika Little’s performance in the All Star’s Challenge was the best performance for me hands down. A special note to mention was Terrance Pratt’s selection of music for the catch a beat category “on fleek” and how it all connected to celebrate African heritage.
- Recognition of the technology and communications expert, Tonya Harris, that helped with the website, text alerts and communications to keep everyone aware through a busy weekend. When you have an online presence and want to leave a good impression, you know the work needed.
- Olivia’s showcase with the All Stars. It was truly a moment that I had to wipe a tear away to see the generosity of all the steppers. If we take care of our children, they will take care of our dance.
- Yanni Brown’s seminar “Sex, Lies and Something In Between” was funny and serious at the same time. I wish more men had attended because this relationship thing isn’t just about the woman’s perspective. Very interesting and stimulating conversation that really should be discussed more openly in this community.
- The doggone escalator to and from the Atrium level. Why are they reversed? They get me every year.
- For the part of Terry Harris’ performance that I caught, it was great but I wanted to dance. Like everyone who wanted to dance I was waiting for someone else to make the first move. Where was Vince Barnes at the time I needed him?
- God was on our side with great weather. No rain, no snow and a tolerable chill. This was the best weather in all the time I have come to Atlanta for the Heritage Ball.
- $38 per night for parking at the Marriott Marquis Hotel. That was unforgettable when I heard it. I rented a car this year because I had to get around. I have to budget for parking if I have a car next time. Luckily, $5-$10 at the city lots adjacent to the hotel with a brisk walk across the street fit well into my plan.
- My favorite part of the ball is probably everyone’s least favorite part – the crowded dance floors. I enjoyed every dance this year. It was amazing and nice to dance with different, new men in close quarters, who loved to turn me despite the space and giving me great minutes and “life” in music and dance. It is the best practice and challenge for my long legs.
