3rd
The thing about NYC is that it inspires you to keep New Year Resolutions. This year I decided to stop whining about ‘what a good ballroom dancer I could be if only I were trained’ and actually do something about it. I’m now starting a second round of lessons and can’t wait to introduce a shimmy or two into my latin moves. It’s all about the planning…
Step 1: Find a reputable dance class (simple - a little research online and Bob’s your Uncle - is that just a Brit expression?)
Step 2: Find girlfriend equally keen to ‘try something new’ - during January you can’t leave your front door without tripping over one. Step up McKaela (see pic).
Step 3: Convince two unsuspecting boys that ballroom dancing is a sign of virility or at least it is an easy way to impress women. Well… that took a little longer than hoped, primarily due to a misunderstanding on email and the need for several drinking sessions to broach the subject. The trick is to create a little dance duo rivalry - get into the heads of a sports fan.
Step 4: Get the boys back after one lesson. We were hindered by a teacher with questionable hygiene but after realizing that it’s not impossible and could have practical applications i.e. dancing at weddings and impressing people at salsa clubs they committed to the long haul.
I love it when a plan comes together.
