time out for no-pants dance

Jun 09, 2010 19:40

Last summer I told myself I was gonna follow these luvly ladies' fun viddies until I was a pro. Well, the hellish humidity intervened in my efforts to self-motivate. Then some life happened. Then it was winter and I could never leave my feet uncovered for fear they would turn blue and snap off, so mincing about on hardwood floors wasn't really an option anymore.

There was also the fact that I had zero prospect of getting myself into an actual class without having to put up with two hours of commute time and the evening train crowd of smelly noisy teenagers. No effing thank you, that is not my idea of a good deal.

This summer, tho, the misery season has been holding off and I am very much in need of a distractions from the stir-crazies as I count down the days left until my glorious escape from tomorrow-morrow-land. And my even more glorious arrival in Londontown should put me within much more reasonable distance of a dance studio. Thus, spent a good half hour this evening swaying around in underoos (>u w u)>

My but that feels so much better than stewing in the dour moods I've been slipping into lately in the afternoon. Muscles, thank you for filling my head with endorphins, let's do this again tomorrow. The goal now is just to dance as much as possible every week.

eff bad moods, pantless o'clock

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