So I've been slacking off about writing about dancing. At least I haven't been slacking off about actually dancing! :D
I'm now taking 3 classes in 2 evenings, so whenever I get home on Tuesdays, I promptly fall face-down on the ground, moan and groan and whine a lot, and generally refuse to move until it's bed time. Wednesdays I now spend wishing I were unconscious until dance class, whereupon I magically rediscover my ability to move sometime during warm-ups and drills... and promptly lose it again after class.
I wish I knew more girls in the South Bay whom I can drag to this new Wednesday class, since there are like, only 3 or 4 of us there, and it's all sad and lonely.
I found one of the songs that we use during warm-ups. This makes me more excited than words can convey. I guessed that maybe the song was at least partly in French, so I imitated some of the lyrics by ear to my hubby, who said, "Yeah, we can find that," and we did. I spent the next day listening to the song on repeat and singing along in my nonexistent French. It made me happy. :)
