Tangled Up In Blog

Dance Lesson

When I say that I will never do something or never do something again, it's pretty much gauranteed that I will do it again and soon. So, shortly after my post about how I never dance...last night I went dancing. Not club dancing though. In anticipation of our trip to LA Andy and I accompanied Cassie and Martin to see a zydeco band and take an introductory Cajun dance lesson beforehand. Needless to say, I was terrible.
When the class began everyone was in semi-circle around the edge of the stage, probably about 25 people. The instructor started with the waltz which she described as a very simple step, one-two-three, one-two-three. So I was just gliding along, thinking that i was doing fine when she pointed at me and said "NO!" I was the only person she made any comment on positive or negative. My confidence was shot after that since I apparently couldn't even do the most basic step. With Andy leading I think I did manage a passable waltz. Then we moved on to the two-step. This was well beyond my range. As we were two-stepping around the room an older man took it upon himself to take Andy and I on as his pet project. He worked with us one-on-one to try and get the steps down. After about 15 minutes of him telling me to "glide, glide!" and "take smaller steps, SMALLER STEPS!" I had had enough but we couldn't shake him for the rest of the night...every time we danced he was there to cut in and tell me what I was doing wrong. As a result we missed the jitterbug lesson, and consequently the "cuddle" which sounded the most fun to me.
By the end of the night I was frustrated and exhausted from all of the gliding or attempted gliding. I was also quite drunk since I figured that alcohol could only improve my dancing but apparently not. Andy said that we were going to practice at home so we'll see how that goes. I'm not holding out much hope.

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posted by carolyn @ 2:46 PM