Last night Groovies and Grasshoppers started dance lessons. I have to hand it to the guys that they even showed up since we more or less blindsided them on this (again). To make a long story short, the question popped up last weekend whether we wanted to take dance lessons, the in-the-moment-answer was sure-why-not? ~ and the next thing you know, we're booked (thanks to an action-oriented Groovy)!
A little history here. The last time we took the men for salsa (dancing not chip dip) lessons, it was on one of our Valentine weekends, and they found the experience to be, well, less than romantic. So the fast forward several years and the fact that they were willing to hit the dance floor again was a delightful surprise for the Groovies.
Upon meeting Dan, our instructor, he seemed like a nice enough guy, so I warned him about ~ us! I mean when this group gets together we can be irreverent, boisterous and sometimes a bit obnoxious (to outsiders), but we sure know how to have fun. Dan may be a svelte guy on the smaller side, but he handled us like a knife through butter. The Grasshoppers even agreed to come back for a second lesson next week!
Now for the practice ~ one, two, three, to the left, one, two, three, turn.
1 comment:
if the man should start with his left foot, which left foot?
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