Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Dance Class

So, last night was my first ballroom dancing class at BCAE. It was surprisingly fun. The instructor is a tiny old man, and the assistant is a young woman who didn't speak once or even crack a smile. There are about 20 students, half men and half women, ranging in age from about 25 to 50. And I wasn't the tallest, even with heels on! Everyone was completely clueless, which was a relief, because even though the class was listed for beginners, I was afraid that it would be filled with ballroom dance sharks. We learned the waltz, and switched partners constantly, so you get to meet everyone in the class. Most everyone was friendly and seemed a bit bewildered to find themselves dancing with a roomfull of strangers. The girls were what you would expect, a mixture of urban 20-somethings and some older divorcees. The guys were more varied: a 50 year old biker with a shaved head and tattooed arms, a nerdy British guy named Pierce, a tall young black guy, a smoker with a Southie accent, and a couple of short, chubby guys. I already have an enemy. One of the women is a classic bitch. She looks about 50, with expensive clothes and the kind of sinewy, ropy arms that result from years of calorie restriction. She and one of the men were chosen to demonstrate one of the steps for the class, and they screwed up a couple of times, which lead to her throwing up her arms and loudly sighing in exasperation while glaring at her partner. What a bitch. And the thing is, SHE was the one screwing up by taking an extra step- the instructor called her out on it, too. Even if it was her partner's fault, there's no need to act like a fucking rude prima donna.

7 comments:

Patrick said...

I think the patriotic bean bag can come in handy in dance class...

Frances said...

Oh no....your danced nemesis sounds like a real piece of work!

eileen said...

I think there's only one way to defeat her: a waltzoff. That, or a swift pelting with a patriotic bean bag.

bigglesworth said...

alright eileenio, level with us: is that "bitch" in your class really just a mask you're hiding behind? seriously, why not just say you have a "friend" who has a drinking problem...

LisaKate said...

Does she have a fake leg? It's Heather Mills!! Just wear fur and it'll throw her off her game.

eileen said...

Lisa- HA!

Rob said...

Tell her she needs to step up or you'll take the lead and make sure to save the last dance for her.

IN THE PARKING LOT.