It is certainly no secret that the hubs and I love us some live music. But what you may not know is that absolutely under no circumstances whatsoever can I dance. This is sad because music and dancing ultimately go together right. I literally could not pick up a rhythm if I was single and it was the baddest boy at the bar. It is really that terrible, I promise.
Now, this is not to say that I don’t give it my best shot, of course I do and I have fun with it. Unfortunately, I just have the one move. About a decade ago I enthusiastically enrolled in a belly dance class with a very lovely instructor. During my second lesson, (yes I made it through more than one) the very lovely instructor drew a figure 8 on a large piece of paper, had me stand on it and proceed to trace the figure with my hips. To this day, it is my one and only move.
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11.12.2009
CAN'T DANCE, BUT WILL DANCE ANYWAY DIVA
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belly dance,
dancing,
life,
music,
wolfmother
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