Fly Girl

So last night I got to do something I have never done. My friend Jen invited me to take a class with her at her gym (NIFS, National Institute of Fitness and Sports. A really magnificent place, huge, smells like a roller rink...anyway) I met up with her around 6:30 and was pumped and a little nervous because the class we were about to partake in was, are you ready for it...a Hip Hop dance class. That's right folks, I was ready to get down with my bad self (although this phrase may imply that I am a dork...which is debatable, I can shake what my mama gave me with some skill) The class was a hit. I learned how to tick tock, slingshot and I can salt shaker with the best of them now. I also left the little workout room a hot sweaty mess and my face sporting a nice cherry tomato shade of red. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and would love to go back. So here's to all those suburban moms who silently want to shake their tail feathers. Put on a bumpin' beat and get to shakin'!