In an effort to keep my ass standing up..to keep my butt from dragging to the ground I am in fact embarking on a new workout adventure...
The hip hop dance class...
Let's just say people that I think I can dance...just ask my friends...for instance this past Friday I thought it would be hot to dance on the stage of a well known upscale bar here in the valley...and uhhhh well some how I had visions of my old cheerleader days (it must have been all the martinis) and I thought that I would practice a basket catch...and uhhhh I ate dirt...but I recovered really fast..picked myself up and once again began busting out my moves...
Now there is a point to this story...cause you know that I always have a point...
Point in case: I am able to dance to my own grove ( I might fall down but I always get up) but I might embarrass myself in this class if I have to follow directions…I mean I might get visions of my old cheerleader days and decide to shake my grove thing the wrong way…good thing there will not be any martinis there or I might try to get everyone in a pyramid….
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I so cannot dance! Whether drinking or not, I have no rythym.
Doesn't stop me from trying though....I will make you laugh your butt off from watching my attempts to shake my thang!
Hip hop dance classes, that's hot!
I, too, cannot dance......... Until I get drunk enough and think that my monkey moves actually resemble dancing... Hahahaha.....
After 4 rum-and-cokes, I'm a great dancer. And a great singer, too.
Okay so I made it through class..well my ass is still standing up...but it is sooooo sore..I mean dancing to the song SOS some one come rescue me...
I felt like saying SOS some one please come rescue me up of the floor...cause I'm losing my mind...
I think they should have served Martinis..
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