I am the dancing queen... er?
A new ritual in my life lately has been Ballroom Dancing at West Preston. Every Tuesday night from 8pm till 10:30pm is an open Ballroom class in this old hall. All sorts of people turn up, as it's only $12 and the emphasis is on partner dancing. Very much like those 'old school' dances where everyone would dance with someone for a bit, then change partners and dance some more, then change partners again. It's actually a lot of fun, and due to the constant changing of partners you get to know the people there pretty well. My friendgirl Catherine was the impetus for this dalliance with elegance, as her mum wanted to drag her along one night. She appealed to my kinder side and I said I would come too, thus defending her from any sleazy 80-year-old men who happened to be there.
But we were way off. The people there range in age from 19 to 50, and they are all really lovely. We didn't predict how much fun we would have there, nor how many friends we would make. I for one did not predict that there would be a few really cute girls there in their early 20's! Although I have thus far struck out magnificently, at the very least I've made some great friends. And this dancing lark with Catherine is really challenging too, as she has started taking it quite seriously, and we really enjoy burning up the floor together.
Anyway, last week I took a work colleague along, who is recently married and wanting to impress his blushing bride. He is of Sri-Lankan descent, and his name Ranga is pronounced 'rung-gah'. His first lesson was a total disaster, and I never knew that anyone could be quite as uncoordinated as he. He was so stiff and wooden that I almost mistook him for a piece of the furniture. This was made even more amusing by the dancing teacher, who read his name tag and called him 'Ranger'! I have since taken to calling him the Lone Ranger around the office.
Tomorrow night, another lesson... will the Lone Ranger loosen up? Will Scott finally get somewhere with Danielle or Jacquie? Will pigs fly? I say the answer to all these questions is a resounding NO. But we WILL have stacks of fun! :)
But we were way off. The people there range in age from 19 to 50, and they are all really lovely. We didn't predict how much fun we would have there, nor how many friends we would make. I for one did not predict that there would be a few really cute girls there in their early 20's! Although I have thus far struck out magnificently, at the very least I've made some great friends. And this dancing lark with Catherine is really challenging too, as she has started taking it quite seriously, and we really enjoy burning up the floor together.
Anyway, last week I took a work colleague along, who is recently married and wanting to impress his blushing bride. He is of Sri-Lankan descent, and his name Ranga is pronounced 'rung-gah'. His first lesson was a total disaster, and I never knew that anyone could be quite as uncoordinated as he. He was so stiff and wooden that I almost mistook him for a piece of the furniture. This was made even more amusing by the dancing teacher, who read his name tag and called him 'Ranger'! I have since taken to calling him the Lone Ranger around the office.
Tomorrow night, another lesson... will the Lone Ranger loosen up? Will Scott finally get somewhere with Danielle or Jacquie? Will pigs fly? I say the answer to all these questions is a resounding NO. But we WILL have stacks of fun! :)
posted by Scott at 5:21 pm
2 Comments:
I hope the Lone Ranger isn't put off by any of your comments! Good luck to him for trying. Not all of us learned our moves from Wacko Jacko :P
Haha - why'd ya haveta bring that up! :P
Nah, he's totally cool about it, and is the first to admit that he needs a LOT of work! But given that his wife won't be in the country for another 6 months, he's got plenty of time to get good! He's dead keen on sticking with it, and good on him :)
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