First lesson of street dance was yesterday. It was fun again. My body still doesn’t move the way I tell it to, though. It’s especially annoying now that we have two pregnant girls in class, and both of them are better at it than me :)
The song we’re now learning a choreography for is “Carry Out” by Timbaland and Justin Timberlake. It’s quite a bit more hiphoppy than the previous songs we practiced to. We practiced it once at slightly-above-terribly-slow speed, and damn – my body is not listening to what I tell it to do :)
So, on top of the successful guitar lesson, this week is turning out well. Dancing was canceled though (by the prospective dancing partner, through no fault of mine), but there is supposed to be some French lessons. And Lindyhop upgraded to twice a week. So it looks like I will have yet another uber-busy semester — evening-wise at least.
Then again, you’re never too busy to have fun, no?
PS: Thought occurred to me while talking to Matthieu: One might think it’s awesome to be a single guy in an aerobics-class full of pretty women of roughly the right age to date. Think again — I’m sure you can come up with some of the reasons why it isn’t.