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last night i was ambitious and decided to take a west african dance class with my roomate, complete with hand drummers and african beats. the concept of taking a dance class was cool; however, i was flailing around, confused, and in a mild panic half the time. all in all, a good attempt albeit disastrous. for my own pride, i will never show my face in that class again because i was totally "that girl." like the one whose arms and legs were going in all sorts of unnatural positions, and the one who made the spin right after everyone else had already completed theirs. it was kind of funny dancing around like a maniac, in between the panic that is.
regardless, these last couple days i have been dancing around like nobody's business to radio jams. this morning my downstairs neighbor said "dude - what was going on in your kitchen last night around 10 o'clock?" yes, it was possible that noush and i were having a dance party.
regardless, these last couple days i have been dancing around like nobody's business to radio jams. this morning my downstairs neighbor said "dude - what was going on in your kitchen last night around 10 o'clock?" yes, it was possible that noush and i were having a dance party.