Burnin' up the gym floor
I have a group project in my exercise class in which we must teach one of the classes on a topic of our choice. Our group finally chose racquetball because we at least had all tried it before. But in our discussion I made the off-handed comment, "What would be fun would be to have a class on Dance Dance Revolution." So the guy putting in the proposal put DDR as our back-up plan. Wouldn't you know it, it turns out that we can't use the racquetball courts at that time, so now we (and by "we", I mean "I") are holding a class immediately after spring break on DDR!
Had I known he was going to take me seriously... Hmm. Maybe I SHOULD tell him he's cute. ;)
Oh, uh, hi Andy! Um, I meant to say, Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie! *blows kiss and grins sheepishly* :D
UPDATE: Well, it turns out that we're getting the racquetball courts after all. I'm relieved that I no longer have to organize the class, but disappointed that I don't get to show off something I'm actually GOOD at. Ah well.
Had I known he was going to take me seriously... Hmm. Maybe I SHOULD tell him he's cute. ;)
Oh, uh, hi Andy! Um, I meant to say, Happy Valentine's Day, sweetie! *blows kiss and grins sheepishly* :D
UPDATE: Well, it turns out that we're getting the racquetball courts after all. I'm relieved that I no longer have to organize the class, but disappointed that I don't get to show off something I'm actually GOOD at. Ah well.