You are not going to believe this, but last night Jesse and I went line dancing. How does that grab you – like a hairy hand in the dark? Last week the Junk Diva told me that she and some ladies had heard about the line dancing class and were going, but I could not make it last week. They reported that it was great fun and good exercise. Last night I was just settling down in my recliner after a small dinner of etouffee, when Jesse called and reminded me of the dance class. I had just mentioned to Toby that since we had not been riding our bikes, I really needed to be doing some sort of exercise. Hot Diggity Dog – dance class might just be the answer! And so I met Jes at the class.
We got to the class a few minutes late, and the room was filled with long lines of ladies – quite a few were from my church along with their daughters. My buddies squealed and hollered when Jes and I arrived – what fun! The lady teaching the class was about my age. She taught line dancing very well and had a great, friendly personality. We danced from 6:30 to 8:30 – my legs were aching. We did lots of country-type dances and then did some hip-hop type dances. Yeah, I kept up. I probably did not look as good as Jesse, but danced pretty well for an old lady.
Duncan has a place called the Simmons Center, which is a very nice community gym/spa type place. The SC has several gyms, racquetball gyms, weight machines, aerobics classes, and swimming pool (GBN1 appropriately calls it the Swimmons Center). A few years ago, I joined the SC and went to step class. It was a very nice place, but the people were very much like being part of the Country Club. They just seemed to have more than their share of whiny rich people and anal-retentive SC workers. So I quit the SC. Then a few months later, Jesse and lots of her buddies joined. Ashley is now teaching step class. I have been considering joining again, but I hate the Country Club attitude.
Now last night, I had a great time dancing with the common folk – the hair dressers and moms and fat old ladies – laughing and hooting and teasing each other when they had never even met before. It was really a fun time. Too bad the art guild meets on Thursday nights – that might put a kink in my dancing days.