Mamalicious!

Earlier this month, I sent the following email (sans picture) to friends and to my PghMamas e-list. I have since registered for the class in question, and it starts tonight!

Dear Friends,

As some of you know, I lovelovelove to dance, but I’m not very good at it. By that I mean, I’m not very coordinated. My dancing consists of quite a bit of ass-shaking and cleavage promotion, mostly to distract from the fact that I’m not very coordinated.

At my boyfriends’s job’s black-tie holiday gala last month, he kept bugging me to do that twirling around thing that coordinated people do on ballroom floors. After all, I had on the short, flirty dress, the stilettos, and of course, lots of cleavage on display, so I was ripe for twirling. Well, I straight up panicked. “Look, ” I hissed at him on the dance floor, still trying to keep the beat. “You know me as an international rump-shaker and all, as I’ve backed that thing up to you in Toronto, Miami, and New York, but I cannot do that twirl thing!”

Okay, I didn’t say all of that, but I will in the movie version of my life when I am portrayed by twenty-something Keke Palmer.

I hate that twirl thing. I never know what to do with my arms or which way to turn. Against my will, The Boyfriend snuck a few twirls in, though, and to my credit, only one of them inspired him to shake his head and say, “Oh, my God…” And not because he was impressed, either.

Anyway. Twice I’ve tried to “learn-to-salsa-and- merengue-in-a-crowd- of-about-50- people-in-30-minutes,” but I felt awkward, and certainly have never tried to bust any of those moves again on my own.

Enter Zumba. Dance Alloy has this to say about Zumba: Dance to latin rhythms while you get a workout! You will do the merengue, salsa, calypso, bellydancing, reggaeton, flamenco, cumbia while you sweat and smile!

Sweat and smile? I can do that! Maybe I’ll catch on to the rest as well. Maybe I’ll even…TWIRL!

The class starts the 28th, Mondays from 8-9pm, which is a lot of time for me to wring my hands about this. In the meantime, I’m looking for a buddy to take the class with me. You know, someone to lie to me and tell me that I really don’t look all that uncoordinated. Interested???????

So I’m counting down, 21 days until I start repping for Uncoordinated Black Girls everywhere!

Wish me luck, and better yet, join me!

~Deesha

Owing to the persuasive powers of my self-deprecation, one woman from my PghMamas e-list decided to take the class, and so did a friend of mine. My friend is half-Nigerian, and she replied, “Not sure exactly what you’re selling, but I’m buying! And, for the record, *I* put the race to shame.” Hmph. We’ll see about that tonight!

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