March 21st, 2011

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Get Ready for the Unintentional Comedy

I make no secret of the fact that I'm decidedly uncoordinated. Why try and hide the truth, right? So don't ask me why, but I thought, well, I'd like to be a little less uncoordinated, I think I'll sign up for a ballet class.

Actually, I think I just wanted an excuse to wear a tutu.

Whichever the case, this evening I begin the Great Self-Improvement Adventure of Adult Education in Classical Ballet. Or, as I'm almost sure I will end up referring to it: Watch me Fall Down.

I bought the ballet slippers. I have the tights ready and waiting.

I could not bring myself to buy a leotard just yet. My ass took one look at them and went "Oh Hell NO. Back away, Bitch." I'm sure I will end up with some sort of appropriate dance attire, but I want to try the class first.

I have no idea what to expect. I have never taken a dance class in my life. And somehow I don't think the  dance routine my sister came up with for my 9-year-old self to do while lipsyncing to Tiffany songs counts as any sort of training or preparation. Although at some point it could win me a prize for funniest home video. So there's that.