J wanted to try out Hula dancing, and I thought hey it sounds like fun. How hard can it be?
So off I go to beautiful Half Moon Bay, no trepidation in my heart, really how hard can it be?
J decided that we should be at the back so no one could see us mess up. Me, I think we aren't going to mess up, how hard can it be?
I arrive a little late, a little harried, the traffic, well just traffic. J is waiting for me in the parking lot, so off we go to our class. We walk in to this horribly cold room, and the instructor tells us to strip (okay take shoes and socks off, but same difference.) I try and keep my shoes on, but I get the J look, so off goes my shoes. I had the cutest socks, not really warm, but some protection, and I get the "second" look. I capitulated and off came my socks. I did notice J had painted toes nails, mine were just ugly unpainted toe nails. We got there about 10 minutes early and I started to worry that this was only go to be the two of us. That means no hiding.
Well I was right, just the two of us. Like a private lesson. ACK. We couldn't hide behind anybody because their was nobody to hide behind. She has us warm up doing the basic steps, and after about five minutes I finally realized that there was a pattern. But then the warm up was over, so I couldn't show her how smart I was that I figured out the pattern.
It went downhill from there. We were to make our hands dainty. Like flowing water. Wrist up in a smooth beautiful motion, my hands looked some old man trying to open a can of beer. Not what she was after. I did my crosseye at J and found that she didn't have a problem making her hands dainty. Harrumph. We tried the footwork with the dainty hands, didn't work for me, and J said it wasn't working for her (thank god) so we got to put our hands on our hips and just do the footwork, for a nanosecond.
I have no sway, no coordination, no rhythm. I stumbled and missed and was completely out of step or just forgot the step. It was putting the hands to the steps, I am sure, if I hadn't had to do the stupid dainty hands I would have been perfect.
I have been to classes before and I have heard a lot more encouragement then I did at this class. She said good job three times. I counted. She couldn't even fake it. And to add injury to insult those three time I was standing there looking completely baffled. Put your weight on your right foot, now your left, now heel, toe, heel.
The hour went by really fast, and afterwards I thought I need to find a dance that I don't need hands. Tap anyone?
So off I go to beautiful Half Moon Bay, no trepidation in my heart, really how hard can it be?
J decided that we should be at the back so no one could see us mess up. Me, I think we aren't going to mess up, how hard can it be?
I arrive a little late, a little harried, the traffic, well just traffic. J is waiting for me in the parking lot, so off we go to our class. We walk in to this horribly cold room, and the instructor tells us to strip (okay take shoes and socks off, but same difference.) I try and keep my shoes on, but I get the J look, so off goes my shoes. I had the cutest socks, not really warm, but some protection, and I get the "second" look. I capitulated and off came my socks. I did notice J had painted toes nails, mine were just ugly unpainted toe nails. We got there about 10 minutes early and I started to worry that this was only go to be the two of us. That means no hiding.
Well I was right, just the two of us. Like a private lesson. ACK. We couldn't hide behind anybody because their was nobody to hide behind. She has us warm up doing the basic steps, and after about five minutes I finally realized that there was a pattern. But then the warm up was over, so I couldn't show her how smart I was that I figured out the pattern.
It went downhill from there. We were to make our hands dainty. Like flowing water. Wrist up in a smooth beautiful motion, my hands looked some old man trying to open a can of beer. Not what she was after. I did my crosseye at J and found that she didn't have a problem making her hands dainty. Harrumph. We tried the footwork with the dainty hands, didn't work for me, and J said it wasn't working for her (thank god) so we got to put our hands on our hips and just do the footwork, for a nanosecond.
I have no sway, no coordination, no rhythm. I stumbled and missed and was completely out of step or just forgot the step. It was putting the hands to the steps, I am sure, if I hadn't had to do the stupid dainty hands I would have been perfect.
I have been to classes before and I have heard a lot more encouragement then I did at this class. She said good job three times. I counted. She couldn't even fake it. And to add injury to insult those three time I was standing there looking completely baffled. Put your weight on your right foot, now your left, now heel, toe, heel.
The hour went by really fast, and afterwards I thought I need to find a dance that I don't need hands. Tap anyone?
The paint on my toenails is about 45 days old....and believe me, I was never on the right (or left) foot at the correct time. I think we were both at the same level - below beginner! I hope you can find us a beginning (and I mean beginning) tap class for adults...should be lots of fodder for this space ;)
ReplyDeleteLMAO!
ReplyDeleteThere's a tap class here in the east bay. Come cio.
Tanya modeled her "limp wrist" & "flowing wrist" for me. I didn't recall that she'd been to hula class & I thought she was reminding me that she needs a new watch band. Thunder could help hula!
ReplyDeleteHey if you keep at the Hula, maybe a trip to Hawaii to do the hula on the beach at the end of the diet would be in order!
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