L is for Line Dance

I've always wanted to try line dancing. I don't know why, I just always thought that it looked like a fun thing to do.  But with a husband who thinks country music rots your speakers and who is... ummm... not the most skilled when it comes to moves of the dancing variety (but he's a killer basketball player... *strokes male ego*), my opportunities for such were relatively dismal.

Last year, I decided I was going to try it anyway, so I signed up for a class.  This was slightly embarrassing than it sounds because I could only find local classes at one location.  So, while my peers were all "Woot, I just had the best Zumba class at the uber-cool gym," my contributions to these conversations went more like:

I don't look like this, but I pretend I do.

"I'm taking a line dancing class!"
"Really?  Where at?"
"Umm.  At the... senior center."

Nothing cooler, kids.  Nothing cooler.

So now, I've been doing it for a little over a year, and I was right.  It is WAY fun.  I've moved to a dance studio in Renton, and while it's a farther drive, it's worth it.  My instructor is very cool.  I've been happy to realize that he's figured out I know what I'm doing, and he's started to throw in extra turns for me to learn, which has been lots of fun.  And yesterday, he gave me permission to sign up for the advanced class next session.  YAY ME!!!  I'm actually hugely excited about that... I've watched some of the advanced class before, and their choreography is WAY COOL!

Yeehaw!

(Actually we learned a dance to Will Smith's Men in Black yesterday, so it was more like...umm...  whatever you say when you're all hip and cool.)