I like to think I can dance. Really, it is probably more accurate to say that I’m not afraid of trying
to dance. Or perhaps that I’m not afraid of moving my body in an enthusiastic manner
. In any case, I’m pretty constantly shimmying around my apartment/fake tap dancing/singing karaoke with jazz hands. So obviously
one of my 30 New Things had to be dance related. And have you ever seen the music video for La Turtura
? If you are not moved by the sight Shakira humping her way down a table using only her pelvis, you are dead inside, my friend.So I signed up for a community ed belly dancing class hoping to someday give Shakira a run for her money. Or at least find some new dance moves to embarrass myself with. The teacher of the class did not disappoint – all tiny and sexy and be-eyelinered. Until she opened her mouth and rocked one of the sharpest Minnesota accents this side of Fargo
. But one cannot judge a dancer by her accent, eh?
We spent the majority of class flexing and releasing muscles I hadn’t known existed (like the one under your ribs?) which doesn’t sound particularly sexy but when put all together the result is hip-swivelingly good. The trick seems to be isolating the moving, swiveling bits from the rest, so you can do those impressive chest pops or pelvic figure-eights while maintaining steamy eye contact with some exotic sheik who wants to trade five camels for you.
All in all, it was wicked fun and a pretty decent workout as well. I look forward to bringing out these moves at the next house party I attend. I’ll be the girl trying to inch her way across the floor using only her pelvis.
Have you ever tried belly dancing? Would you?