Thursday, November 04, 2010

You Dancing Fool, You!

Last Friday night we escorted Girl and three of her friends to King George's Ball. It's an event put on by a small group about an hour from home. The beauty of this little shin dig is that they teach you to dance. What a wonderful world!

Well, that and you get to dress up all formal and pretty. At least the girls do. I should mention that I found a fantastic formal, black and a size smaller than last year at a local second hand shop. Girl said I looked better than she did and when you consider her age and the state of her....errr...body parts verses mine, that's sayin' something!

Back in the day, you know, post marriage, Beloved use to dance with me. I now know this little maneuver of his was simply another way to win me over. The dancing, of which he wasn't very good at anyway, ended with the birth of our first child.

But this girl lurves to dance. At least she did before she forgot how. Seriously people, our first born is twenty-years-old. It's been awhile since we cut a rug!

Beloved and I have the basic slide waltz two step down, again, not well, but we can do it and if the dance floor is crowded no one notices that we've got three left feet. One foot actual knows what it's supposed to be doing.

At the Ball they taught the Waltz, the Cha-Cha, Swing, and English Country Dancing. We sat most of them out, except for the Cha-Cha. Trust me, it's not as easy as it looks, but it's oodles of fun. Beloved and I laughed and laughed and laughed. We decided that we need to practice in the privacy of our own living room, far from the eyes of the twenty-something couple who obviously took lessons for their wedding dance.

Although I love to dance, I'm not a fan of Dancing with the Stars. I respect the fact that these folks are in mighty good physical shape and that they can seriously shake it up, but I'm not much of a reality TV kinda girl. I mean really, who cares?

All this dancing has awakened the dancing fool in me. I want to dance. I want to drag Beloved, albeit kicking and screaming, to dance lessons. It would be good for us physically and honestly, due to work schedules, we hardly see each other these days.

Not to mention the fact that we have NO social life.

So, what do you think? Are dancing lessons worth the effort? Or a colossal waste of time?

1 comment:

T. Paine said...

Oh definitely a colossal waste of time! (Your hubby can thank me later for my input. :) )