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Saturday, November 17, 2007
 
I tried a new exercise class today. My awesome water aerobics student B (who reminds me of a way cooler, alternate-universe version of my Mom, with tattoos) has a daughter, S, who has just started teaching Zumba at the YWCA. So, B & I made a date to take S's class this morning, with lunch afterward.

Holy catz! That was fun! Also, I worked up a good sweat, so probably I'll go back. S is a very enthusiastic and enjoyable teacher. I shook my money maker. I shook everything else too, and only felt slightly silly doing it, because 30 other people were also shaking it and letting it all hang out.

I salsa'ed, I mambo-ed, I did the calypso. Even a non-hip-having whitegirl tomboy like me was able to feel like a Latin dancing queen for 45 minutes.

So speaking of not having hips, it's been brought to my attention that I'm also woefully booty-deficient. I guess I've never really had a booty, having the aforementioned flat whitegirl ass. I mean, I'll never have back like J.Lo, but I might look into how to build up that asset a little.

I'm thinking of exploring some Latin Dance lessons - it might be fun for Nick and I to mambo or salsa to Manu Chao at our wedding reception :) I've got to learn how to swivel those relatively-non-existent hips!
 
Comments:
awesome. i'd love to see nick latin dancing! does he have it in him?
 
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