My Two Left Feet

I'm not the most graceful person in the world. However, after watching the folks in our dance class, I know that things could be much, much worse. Our instructors are going to earn every single penny of our tuition...

Since this is a University sponsored class, we have a very diverse group. Everyone from the students (who look more and more like Doogie Howser as time goes by) to maintenance men, nurses in scrubs, MDs in suits (male and female), and a few women dressed to the nines in slit skirts and heels.

Guys, this is a GREAT way to meet women. Unfortunately, it is a lousy way to meet men...the few men were either dragged in with their wives or girlfriends, or they were instructors. The only two guys who didn't fit either of those groups were in their teens or twenties and wanted to learn how to dance so they could meet girls...funny that as we were starting out, they deliberately chose we ladies old enough to be their moms instead of the cuties in low rider jeans and tank tops. Guess we looked nonthreatening...

Anyway, it was FUN. If I'd been able to talk Marla into it, I think I'd have tried to find a salsa bar Friday night, just to practice. :) But I'm not quite ready to go it alone...and she's not quite ready to try out her steps for real (I'm not ready either, I just WANT to. Plus I figure if I spent a whole evening dancing salsa, I'd be pretty good at the end of it).

Ah well. Next Thursday we start swing...I can't wait!

And today I am grateful that the sky was blue, the sun was shining and the redbuds are ready to burst into bloom.