Screwing Off on a School Night…

Decided to drop into a “Latin Dance” class series this week – with the need to step up my workouts and my adoration of dance, it just made sense.  Just 2 hours a night, for three nights.  i recruited some of my local theater-posse to share the pain salsa-love. 

Last night the session focused on Salsa* – and we were informed that we’d be learning the basics, then “building” new moves over the next two nights as well. 

Holy. Crap.

i’m clearly a “Freestyle” performer.  “What do you mean i need to keep my feet doing that back and forth thingie while i start dragging my arms around my partners head like i’m wrapping him in spaghetti?”  This was a true test of coordination.  Oh, and i failed. 

i can do feet.  i can do hands.  i cannot do both at the same time…

The Meringue** was much more fun, and a helluva lot easier!  Imagine your ankles are chained together***.  Alternate knee bends, while keeping your feet on the floor and shuffling around with a healthy butt-wiggle.  Major lower body action as a result of the foot/knee movement.  Oh, and remember to keep your upper body still.

Ridiculously Cute, Hardbodied, Puerto-Rican Instructor Lady:  Remember, everybody is asleep upstairs, while there’s a party going on downstairs.

Lots of fun, successful workout.  My ass hurts. 

From there, off to drink beer – $2 Pint Night at a local pub.  And Karaoke!  Woo-hoo!  Once i’d ascertained that the local talent was lacking, daisyfae got up to belt out a few tunes.  After the second number, i had a table full of drunken groupies. 

Big fun… My ass and throat hurt this morning, and i’d felt like i’d been “ridden hard and put away wet” as i dragged myself out of bed to get to work by 7:30.  And to think i had that much fun on a school night fully clothed?

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* Mmmm… “salsa”

** Mmmmm…. “meringue”

*** Mmmmm… “chains”

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12 thoughts on “Screwing Off on a School Night…

  1. you know.. i have never been drunk enough to perform karaoke….and let me tell you i have been plenty drunk… i guess in that respect.. i can just say… and the world is a better place….

  2. paisley – lack of tonal ability didn’t seem to get in anyone’s way last night. and i honestly don’t mind it — if people are farting around, singing for fun? doesn’t matter if they’re off key. life’s too short not to sing (or dance, for that matter).

    archie – explains why you were a no show last night! c’mon… what’s 8,000 miles between friends?

    rob – welcome to The Park! appreciate your ‘appearance’ in the comments (see what i did there?)… ok. math. 2 hours of dancing ~400 cal burnt (moderatly aerobic, lots of sweating). 2 pints of medium density ale (Old Speckled Hen) ~400 cal consumed. Now, it gets even better since i skipped dinner. Net for the day – 1000 cal. (yes. i’m obsessing. sorry you asked yet?)

  3. Daisyfae, I do believe I’ve had a ‘piphany! You’re right. Life is way too fekkin’ short not to sing out loud and dance like a loon. (Oh, the poor folk of Cape Town.)

  4. kyknoord – Salsa makes my brain melt. Never mind the fact that i’m not allowed to lead…

    dolceii – i’ve done my share of cringing at bad karaoke – especially the ones who think they are ‘rockin’ the house’. but sometimes i have to admire the sheer bravery of it… and i’ve danced with many gents who seem to specialize in footwear destruction. sometimes it’s more important that you just go for it!

    az – perhaps you know a dance club in Sevilla we can haunt this summer?

    uncle keith – but i didn’t get arrested… and the public humiliation was limited to the dozen people in the room!

    umdalum – keep trying! i don’t offer consolation prizes for second place!

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