Oooh, I Love to Dance a Little Sidestep

Ah, Saturday.  A day for rest and relaxation.  Er, at least in some people’s worlds, certainly not in mine today.

Waking up at 6:15 on a Saturday morning is not my idea of a good time, or even of an okay time.  However, Big J has a super dual today for wrestling, so I had to get him to the host school (on the other side of town) by 7:45.  He’ll be there all day, so Little J and I will probably head over to try to catch the last one or two matches before coming home for game night.  I. am. so. tired.

It’s not just waking up early this morning, either.  I feel as if I haven’t been home for a month, what with classes, mentoring, and running around to and from wrestling matches.  I had planned to catch up on my blogroll last night and then read some of the required novels for classes.  I didn’t even make it to the end of my list of blogs.  I will try to finish that at some point today, so if you haven’t seen me around, it’s not because I don’t want to be, I just haven’t been able to keep up like I want to.  Even though my classes aren’t super challenging this time around, I’m spending loads of time on campus – working on projects, trying to figure out what to do with students, planning my lessons for the 8th grade class (we have to teach 3 over the semester), and keeping up with all the reading – and that eats into my “fun” time.  Wah, wah, wah.

The Nerd and I went to our first dance class on Thursday.  The night before, he let me know that we were supposed to dress up for it, i.e. I was expected to wear a skirt or dress.  Something you should know about me:  I love dressing up, I love wearing skirts and heels.  I don’t, however, have many, and what I do have is all summer-weight.  It’s winter.  In northern Indiana.  Yeah.  So, I rifled through my closet to see what could work, and ended up with pretty much what I wore for Halloween (minus the apron, plus a cardigan).  I did have to buy pantyhose, though.  Barf.  Pantyhose are so gross!  Stockings, ok, pantyhose, not ok.  I was worried that if I wore stockings/garters, I’d have some sort of wardrobe malfuntion whilst boogie-ing.  Luckily, I have a younger sister who has more dressy clothes and is willing to share, so I won’t have to wear the same outfit every week.

We were completely nervous before class started.  Neither one of us has ever taken a dance class, and we felt like the others who had been there before would know more.  Once we got going, though, it was a lot of fun.  This week, we did the foxtrot and swing, which was the most fun dance EVER.  I mean, hel-LO!  The instructor moved things pretty quickly, but also made us swap partners every round so that we could dance with some more experienced folks.  Everyone I danced with was pretty nice.  One gentleman seemed a little miffed when I’d make a mistake, but the others were very forgiving.  As a sidenote, when I wear heels, I’m about 6′.  There was one man who was probably 5’5″, and one who was 6’4″.  Those were odd pairings.  When I danced with the shorter fellow, I was looking over his head, and with the taller one, I pretty much stared at his shirt the whole time.  There was one other young(ish) couple there, and the rest were older folks.  After the class, there’s a big dance party in the ballroom upstairs.  I was surprised at how many people were there, but glad we stuck around for a while, even though we only danced twice.  It was a really fun date night, and I’m looking forward to the next class.

We did notice that all of the ladies who worked there seemed really…vapid.  At first, it was just noticing how uber happy they all seemed, like Stepford people.  Then, we wanted to find out about the private lessons they offer and a little bit more about how things worked, and we got a lot of information, but not really the information we had asked for.  All with a huge smile, though!  We were given a little brochure with a calendar, so on the way home I started reading it.  It was so silly, I had to read it out loud for The Nerd, who told me it sounded like something from the ’50s.  I’m just going to go ahead and share a little bit of it with y’all (my comments are italicized)…

A woman’s role in partner dancing might be compared to a car ride where the man drives and the lady sits next to him.  Women shouldn’t drive anyway, right?  Partner dancing works best when the lady simply gives up control and lets him have the wheel, avoiding the urge to be a backseat driver.  Normally the journey is pleasant, but of course the ride is no fun if she fears for her life.  Am I the only one who thinks this reads like an old-school metaphor for sex?  The journey, the ride…anyone?

Another secret is you might be thinking to (sic) muchWhoever wrote this wasn’t, obviously.  If you try to “think” what to do rather than trust your instincts, you are not “following.”

Trying to “think” or “guess” delays your reaction time.  Why is think in quotations?  Is it really that abstract?

Although very few people think it is funny, intelligence is a handicap when learning to dance, but it can be overcome.  You hear that ladies?  You, too, can overcome intelligence!  Don’t let it handicap you!

At this point, I stopped and realized, heeeeeeeeeey, that’s why those women were so happy, they’ve overcome their intelligence!  🙂 

Hope you’re having a great weekend.

13 Responses to “Oooh, I Love to Dance a Little Sidestep”


  1. 1 Ms. Moon February 6, 2010 at 1:42 pm

    That was hysterical. Really? You have to overcome your intelligence to dance? But wait! I am an excellent dancer. I think I give up my dignity.

  2. 2 vinomom February 6, 2010 at 2:26 pm

    Wow that was definitely worth retyping. Is this some sort of cult dance class? Too weird. Glad you had a fun night though! You two look uber cute!

  3. 3 The Dish February 6, 2010 at 2:26 pm

    Wow. Just wow. Please don’t let that amazing intellect cripple your dancing abilities, m’kay?

  4. 4 Ron February 6, 2010 at 6:49 pm

    They never mentioned letting go of my intellect when learning to dance… I wonder if they thought I already had that part covered.

  5. 5 dadshouse February 8, 2010 at 12:52 pm

    Great pic! That dancing advice is hilarious. I’ve done some salsa dancing, though, and it’s true – you can’t both lead. It’s better if the man leads, does simple steps, and the woman does most of the movie. Very hot.

    Foxtrot and swing style dancing is fun. I played in a big band in college, and love the music.

  6. 6 Sarcastic Bastard February 8, 2010 at 12:53 pm

    That was fucking funny. I loved reading that anti-feminist shit. Guess you have to be ONE dumb motherfucker to be a really good dancer. I dance like a monkey on crack. Does that mean I’m TOO SMART to dance?

    Laugh.

  7. 7 Ginger Magnolia February 8, 2010 at 4:21 pm

    Ms. Moon – We were laughing like hyenas when we read that.

    Vino – Thanks!

    Dish – I’ll try!

    Ron – No, Ron, you’re the guy, so you are the one who does all the thinking. Tee hee.

    Dad – I love it, too. I think we’re going to learn the basics of some latin dance, also.

    SB – Must be!

  8. 8 amy d February 9, 2010 at 5:28 pm

    OMG!!! That brochure is off the charts Hi-Larious!!!
    That’s straight from the Stepford wives handbook, Ginger!!

    Get outta there quick before they convert you;)

    I cannot say enough how adorable you and the nerd are! Love when you post pics…Sounds like a great date night:)

  9. 9 honeywine February 9, 2010 at 10:29 pm

    That made me smile. 🙂

    P.S.- He’s kinda rockin’ the Dexter look. 😀

  10. 10 teeni February 10, 2010 at 4:14 pm

    Yay – dancing is so much fun! But I agree with you that those publications seemed quite dated. What century do they think we are living in, anyway? Ooooh – that’s a cute nerd you have there! 😉

  11. 11 teeni February 10, 2010 at 4:17 pm

    Oh yeah – I didn’t realize you were so tall, either. I always pictured you as being short, actually. 😉 So that was nice to learn about you.

  12. 12 Lola February 10, 2010 at 5:22 pm

    Well, I guess that’s why I’m such a sucktastic dancer 😉 Glad you had fun with Dex. I much prefer “Dex” to “The Nerd”!!!

  13. 13 mummaboox2 February 11, 2010 at 9:34 am

    Sounds like a great date night! Hubby and I always talked about taking dance lessons together, but now I can tell him that it would damage my two remaining brain cells if we did. I’ve lost enough of my intelligence due to children. 😉 Yup, you and Dex make a cute couple!! (Oh, and pantyhose? The devil’s invention, I swear.)


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