Friday, April 3, 2009

Twas the night before the wedding...

and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for my mouse. BECAUSE I AM BLOGGING! This is dedication loyal fans. If for all this time you have been passively reading and not commenting, let this be the day you announce to the world that you do in fact have a guilty pleasure, and is my blog!

Most importantly, the moment you have all been waiting for.

Imagine where most people likely start their first class. The box step, maybe a turn, maybe a walk, yep, that's where we ended. We arrive, after much duress, and realize we have forgotten the ipod with the music. Oh darn, we will have to go back home, which will certainly kill an additional 15 minutes round trip, and alas, we have to leave exactly at 4:00pm so we cannot go over time. Darn, we will be late. And we are. And the teacher, who likely has not showered since 2002 doesn't seem to notice we are late.

We begin class, this time, remembering about 42% of what we have learned in our 3 previous sessions. We practice about 14 times - the teacher stops us for a heart to heart.
"Have you two known each other since you were children?" he asks
"Why no, we have known each other for about 3 1/2 years."
"I think you knew each other in a previous life" he responds
Note: this is too weird, there is no possible way I could make this up

"Really?" Jeremy responds. (and if you know Jeremy you know this was not said with much compassion.

And at this point, a very interesting thing happens, Jeremy looks at the clock, for the 44th time in 41 minutes and actually has a look on his face that says
"I would rather dance than listen to greasy man talk about what I did in a previous life"

Yes, I believe in fact, he would have rather danced.

Class proceeds. We practice the dance many more times. We learn the secret is that Jeremy needs to talk me through the entire thing, so it goes something like this: we're going back now, left to right, promenade, promenade, slow turn, slow turn, back, back, promenade. And again, if you know Jeremy, you know that this coming out of his mouth, is nothing short of hilarious. And hilarious it was. In the end, we made it through one round of the dance not in hysteric laughter, and we then called it a day. Greasy wished us well, told us to come back for salsa class, we ran for the door like we were being chased by wild dogs. Unfortunately I don't think we'll be making it back for salsa. Unless its the type made out of tomatoes and is delicious with chips. If he wants us to come for that, we may consider. That is much more our speed.

Did I mention we are getting married tomorrow? Its the big day. I must check in for bed. Love you all. If I don't see you tomorrow - remember the rule, drink in the first hour.

Much love!

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