A few weeks ago, Mama and Papa B came for a whirlwind, short notice visit (as they are frequently wont to do). I met them for coffee one morning and revealed that I had come to a consensus on my new hobby.
My dad laughed out loud. He guffawed, people. This was not a titter, or a "hehehe", or even a coy LOL. This was full-out, gut-busting laughter.
And so began the build up to my first Adult Beginner Ballet class.
Gary accompanied me on my quest to find ballet slippers. We timidly entered the Dance Supply store recommended by the school and after a brief misunderstanding where I was presented with a children's size 9 ballet slipper, I was on my way.
So yes, blog friends, every Monday night for the rest of the year (and into 2010 if I don't kill myself first), I will spend 75 minutes bending, stretching, standing on tippy toe and generally feeling like a jackass.
An ungraceful, clumsy, hippopotamus-in-a-tutu jackass.
But secretly, I love every second of it, and on top of it all...more blog material! Win-win for all.
And no, there will not be a recital.
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