This post is mostly for Betsy: Zumba has finally come to our YMCA and thank goodness I had the good sense NOT to sign up. I have observed it while walking on the track above. It's hard not to stare. I found out I'm not the only uncoodinated awkward dancer in town! They shut down the entire gym, but only use half the gym. There's a big divider curtain so I don't understand why you can't shoot baskets on the other side, not that I would be shooting baskets mind you.
Anyway, I thought Zumba was a free form of dancing, which I couldn't manage either, but the Zumba here is supposedly a Latin based dance. It looks pretty darned complicated, there is no way I could keep up with the moves those chicks are doing.
UNC is killing Michigan State. Going to see "Milk" Thursday. I finally got over thinking 'milk??' what kind of movie is about milk? Is that like that stupid book "Salt"?
P.S. A gym full of sweaty women smells a lot better than a gym full of sweaty guys.
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LOL on Zumba. I guess after failing my last YMCA dance/exercise class and getting yelled at for messing up, I guess I really shouldn't try Zumba after all! Sorry Mom spent the money on Eurythmics when I was a kid--just not destined to be coordinated.
Glad you're going to see Milk--take some cookies with you. Seriously, I wanted to see it since The Life and Times of Harvey Milk which I recall made a big impression on me in college.
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