In keeping with the spirit of new beginnings and fresh starts I decided to sign up for a dance class this year. I had got sick of staring at the brochure which I’d had stuck on my fridge for the last few months, it just served as an obvious reminder of my procrastination.
But as that dance track by September goes, “Forever and ever, Life is now or never. Forever’s gonna slow you down” so I decided to grab the bull by the horns, so to speak, and just sign up already.
I had such hopeful beginnings, picturing scenes from various dance movies like Fame, Centre Stage. I was secretly hoping the odd person there would be in a leotard, with leg warmers for dramatic effect.
So imagine my obvious dismay when I found out that my dance class was made up of myself and four other couples (although I was assured that no partners were required, urgggh) and nobody was wearing a leotard. To make matters worse, I ended up having to partner with the instructor…an energetic chick half my height.
Luckily after a few mortifying dances with the lady-teacher an idle male dance instructor came to my rescue and all was not lost. That’s when the evening picked up ‘cause it turns out if you dance with an instructor they’re less likely to mess up the steps and instead, start twirling you around and throwing in steps the actual instructor (i.e. ms lady-teacher) hasn’t even got to yet…eish, those other couples all seemed to have two left feet or some’ing.
I was uber happy my extreme dancing talents (no modesty here) were realised and I got my Dirty Dancing moment, “Nobody puts
BabyVimbai in a corner!”
So my hips currently don’t lie…they just kind of hurt from all that swirling and what-what, clearly I’m getting old.
Speaking of which, it turns out I’ve got my very own living and breathing Cupid hard at work these days! How’s this for subtle, my friend’s mum has been emailing me various links to dating and networking websites this week. Hau, initially I was shook (once I had stopped laughing that is) then I started praying that she doesn’t decide to up her game in her quest to find me a significant other and start handing my number out to potential hopefuls, *cringe*. Watch this space people, if she has her way, I will be hitched by year end, lol.
2000 and… Okay, I think I’ve heard them all now. This year is going by so many names;
2000 and Shine;
2000 and Mine;
2000 and Divine; and,
2000 and Fine.
And the rhyming continues, feel free to let me know of other’s I may have missed.
Be good and enjoy your hump-day shenanigans!