Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Line dancing!

I told you all a while back that I wanted to go line dancing. Well, I finally did it! Last thursday while my best friend was in town, I dragged him to my good friend Hannah More's apartment so we could get a crash course on line dancing. Hannah and I had planned to do this for quite a while, and we had a pretty large group of about 10 gathered.

Now for those of you who don't know, I loath country music. I prefer nails on chalk boards to the steel guitar and twangy sound of country. But I'll tell you somethings I do like: Daisy Dukes, Midriff, cowboy attire (on girls only, I look silly in it), and of course DANCING! So the pros for line dancing outweighed the cons.

When we arrived at the 18 and up club, I was immediately stamped as "underage" and banned from getting a drink (38 days till I'm 21). When we opened the doors and entered the club the sounds of country music assaulted my ears as my eyes got really large because it was too much to take in. First of all EVERYONE on the dance floor was facing us the moment we walked in which was intimidating to say the least. Second of all, I couldn't believe all the pretty girls that were getting their groove on. I knew right there and then that I was in! All in!

My friends however, (all over 21) quickly scampered over to the bar and let the liquid courage take its marvelous effect. I sat on the side of the sober with my hands in my pockets waiting for the rest of our group to arrive. I hate being poor at anything. I always want to be the best and I look down on the fools at the bottom. Unfortunately the way things work in this world is that you start from the bottom and work your way to the top. I am most definitely at the bottom of the food chain with line dancing. And were it not for the most patient and delightful dance partner: Hannah More, I would be trapped forever as an amateur. Hannah coached me for a good hour and a half in at least 10 different dances. She endured a 187 pound gorilla's size 13 feet as they stomped all over her dainty little ones in the two step, she survived (barely) as that same unnamed gorilla backed into her during the electric slide, and she somehow managed to keep that delightful smile of hers plastered eternally to her face. I am very fortunate to have such wonderful friends.

So line dancing has become my most recent addition to a plethora of hobbies that are dear to me. I intend to get good--really good-- so that I can charm all the fetching ladies in their cowboy couture. Tomorrow I go line dancing for the second time! Wish me luck.

One of my favorite dances of the night:

1 comment:

  1. Oh yeah! Once I'm done with you, you will be a linedancing fool!

    <3 Hannah