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Belly Dancing (and yet more life fail)
Sep. 15th, 2010 10:29 pmI took my first belly dancing class tonight and it was awesome. But, JEEBUS, my arms are killing me. Apparently, I am not good at "floating" and holding the "relaxed W pose" and I think my arms might fall off. *fails*
I really did like the approach the class took, though. It was a woman only space, no men even allowed in the building. No children, either. Just... women (or young women in some cases) learning "to appreciate our fabulousness."
Yeah, it was a bit cheesy, but I liked it.
We got a lecture on the origins of belly dance and the nature of its portrayal in the US as factually incorrect. It was a dance done by women for women only. And it has a history of addressing health concerns, particularly in child birth.
I don't know. It just felt like a good hour for me.
Of course, it would have been better had it not followed a 911 emergency phone call from V where she told me that her purse had been stolen. Including her keys. And ID. So the theif knows where we live and can get inside.
*headdesk*
We've got a locksmith coming first thing in the morning. Who knew that having a locksmith in my group of people to keep would ever be so handy? He'll be here tomorrow morning and cut us a 25% break. Good thing, because that shit is expensive!
... and in other news, I met a someone. That's all for now.
I really did like the approach the class took, though. It was a woman only space, no men even allowed in the building. No children, either. Just... women (or young women in some cases) learning "to appreciate our fabulousness."
Yeah, it was a bit cheesy, but I liked it.
We got a lecture on the origins of belly dance and the nature of its portrayal in the US as factually incorrect. It was a dance done by women for women only. And it has a history of addressing health concerns, particularly in child birth.
I don't know. It just felt like a good hour for me.
Of course, it would have been better had it not followed a 911 emergency phone call from V where she told me that her purse had been stolen. Including her keys. And ID. So the theif knows where we live and can get inside.
*headdesk*
We've got a locksmith coming first thing in the morning. Who knew that having a locksmith in my group of people to keep would ever be so handy? He'll be here tomorrow morning and cut us a 25% break. Good thing, because that shit is expensive!
... and in other news, I met a someone. That's all for now.