On Life and Love

Dancing: exactly what I wanted

Second week of belly dance and hip-hop classes: fucking amazing.

We had a sub for the belly dancing class: instead of Nayna, it was her assistant, and she worked us pretty hard. We got through what felt like a big chunk of routine, learning 4 or 5 new moves and getting better at some of the early ones. The class was just as fun as last week, but felt a lot more productive. I’m going to be sore tomorrow from the rolls and agitators.

Now, the hip-hop class… I dedicated a lot of words to it last week, when I wasn’t sure if I was gonna like it, blah, blah.

It’s perfect.

The instructor (who reminds me very much of my twin friend) is patient, methodical, hilarious, efficient, and a very sharp dancer. To top it off, he’s subtle. You’re never quite sure if you’re doing it “one more time” because he saw you fuck up, or just because the class as a whole needs it again. I love it.

The warm-up, though… That was a killer. I was ready to be done for the evening after the 10 minutes of abs and wide-stance work. I’m probably going to be hobbling tomorrow. A few months of this and I’m going to be in great shape.

One of the songs for the May recital that we’ve started learning is part of Lady Gaga’s “Starstruck”:

We did a little of it tonight, in addition to running through one of the class’s old routines. It was nice to be able to start at ground zero on something with the class, even if they’ve got better technique than I do. They’re also much more relaxed, which I’m sure I’ll pick up in a week or two.

The dancing is exactly the style I wanted, the atmosphere is awesome: jokes and fun, but with little distraction and a whole lot of precision work.

I’m going to have to make a habit of this dancing business.