Wednesday, July 27, 2011

A lot of HIP and a little HOP

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I found myself bored with my general routine. Work, home, church activities, gym....wake up and do it over again. What was a girl to do? A community ed. pamphlet showed up in my mailbox (perhaps on purpose). I always wanted to take a class of some sorts. What was a class that could stretch my imagination? Allow me to try something new? Perhaps pottery? Done that! Yoga? No gracias! HIP HOP! Perfect, I even have purple NIKE hip hop shoes. Good purchase (who doesn't need purple shoes?) I signed of for the class with my roommate and we somehow convinced 10 other people from our ward to sign up. Watch out world, a lot of rhythm (lack there of really) was about to enter the world of dance. My expectations were that I would become good enough to star on the show "So you think you can dance". Not an unreachable goal since I've been taking dance for two decades. Wait? My mom never signed me up for a dance, it must have been a dream. Redirect my expectations: NONE! Bingo, ready to go.
Hip Hop class was held in a basement dance studio with ceilings so low that my friend Brian hit his head when we did more HOPping than HIPping. Taking a dance class as adults is quite the spectacle...make it Hip Hop and you've got comedic relief. Not to mention our Hips really did hurt after class.
We somehow overcame our performance gitters and didn't care what others thought. Go time. We were all reminded of how White we really are. Even my Polynesian friend felt super white. "So that's what it feels like!"
We danced for weeks. Our 2 minute routine took 10 grueling weeks of preparation. We even met up at the church on weekends for practice, talk about the blind leading the blind. I had a blast with my new style and have quite the pep in my step. Although my brain wasn't meant to memorize a dance routine, my Alzheimer's subsided for a moment and I made quite the debut! Enjoy what may look like the geriatrics edition of "So You Think You Can Dance!" Yes, yes I can!
The video quality does not capture the true poeticness (yes, I made that up) of our ability. I'm in the back, then front. I am wearing and orange shirt, capris, and a hat!

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