So I left work yesterday on a mission to purchase some sexy stripper-like shoes and some new “gym” clothes. The shoes, while not completely strip-tastic, are still pretty awesome. I mean, who could possibly hate on some 4-5 inch stilettos that are a mixture of both bondage and safari? (probably my poor feet for one, but who cares) Anyways…After some successful purchases I headed home where I proceeded to get mentally (and somewhat physically) prepared. But crap! Little did I know that the first session is really only a meet and greet.
So for those of you that don’t know me that well, let me backfill for a second or two….You see, I am one of the only girls I know that didn’t make the dance team in junior high. The problem lies in the fact that 1) I have strange rhythm or perhaps no rhythm at all 2) I have very long arms and can sometimes appear awkward and 3) I’m just way too silly.
So here I am. For the next 8 weeks I will be embarking on a journey to explore my inner exotic dancer.
But herein lies the real problem. I have yet to come up with my “dancer” name. If you have any suggestions, please let me know and bonus to those names that can relate back to an actual song. Because get this! The last class is actually a recital where we dress up and can dance to our own song. I’m all about themes so help me out. And sorry boys, you’re not allowed at the recital. Girls only!
For those interested:
West End Dance Company
Update:
The dance lessons are now over as are the life and times of Phoenix (my dancing alter ego that was a little to wild not to be kept in her cage). The classes were a blast but even more so were the times spent with my dancing partners, Countess Preening Peacock and Red. Good luck with the next round!
And thanks to Mr. Corde for assisting with the name selection. The mythological bird rising from the ashes is very fitting for the life I'm leading now. As for the song, major props to HLT for selecting Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix.
For those interested:
West End Dance Company
Update:
The dance lessons are now over as are the life and times of Phoenix (my dancing alter ego that was a little to wild not to be kept in her cage). The classes were a blast but even more so were the times spent with my dancing partners, Countess Preening Peacock and Red. Good luck with the next round!
And thanks to Mr. Corde for assisting with the name selection. The mythological bird rising from the ashes is very fitting for the life I'm leading now. As for the song, major props to HLT for selecting Voodoo Child by Jimi Hendrix.
Mine was "Tawny"...always a wine refernece with me, you know. Have fun (I know you will) it is SUCH a blast...and a workout too...be prepared to sweat!
ReplyDeleteso...is this like a stripper dance class? is there a pole involved? consider your dancer name in the works...
ReplyDeleteNo poles or props, just exotic dancing. If you can't come up with a name, then no one can.
ReplyDeleteIf you do the street name/pet's name combo, mine is Sugar Pinckney. I always thought that was pretty great! You can certainly use it if you like.
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