I know I haven’t been posting a lot of pictures lately and I’ll be sure to get to some of those soon. But I wanted to take just a few minutes to share some fun! As some of you know James promised me dance lessons as my Christmas gift. He put the money aside and said he would book them when it got closer to my brother’s wedding so we could at least remember what we’d learned instead of doing it right after Christmas.
Of course we didn’t take the chance to start lessons when life was slow, we decided to wait until we had every night packed with activity before we decided to give it a try. I’m pretty sure James and I are both the kind of people who like to move, move, move all the time. It’s no wonder that our children have issues sitting still and relaxing:) Anyway, as time passed we realized we better make this happen or we would miss the chance to use our new found dancing skills at Joel and Meghan’s wedding!
So fast forward to April 27th @ 6:30pm! We headed out the door with 45 minutes to get to Langley, get dinner and get gas. Yup, another night of rushing out the door. After grabbing Wendy’s and some gas we jumped on the freeway for Langley. Uneventful for the most part until we come to finding the studio. Okay I exaggerate a bit but truth be told James drives the van like a race car and it makes me nervous and when he zoomed past the turn it made me feel justified in getting on his case for not paying attention. I think we both thought the same thing…”what a way to start a new adventure and give our marriage a little life”! Thankfully we were both able to take a breath, laugh it off and get ourselves back in the mood of the evening.
So the studio itself seems a little boring from the outside (it’s located in an industrial park) but once you step inside it’s a very nicely laid out, well-kept little place. There were a lot of people there for the intro class we were taking and another good chunk of people there to take a level 2 Waltz class. James and signed in, paid and then proceeded to look around at a number of people pouring in all carrying their special shoe bags. We wondered if we missed something and then realized that not everyone had these, only the “serious” dancers. Yes, we laughed at these well-intentioned folks who probably joined the classes just like us but found a new passion and pursued it whole-heartedly!
Our class was scheduled from 7:30-8:30 and we were supposed to learn Tango, Waltz and Swing. Yes, the Tango is the sexy dance where the man carries a rose in his mouth. No, James did not have a rose in his mouth and he did not run his hand up my leg or dip me! This is intro people we only learned the most basic steps. It was a great lesson in allowing my husband to lead. I held my tongue and held my body back from taking charge. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be and James has great rythme so I think we actually did pretty good. I know for a fact James had fun and I’m pretty sure he’ll be keen on taking a few more lessons in the future. We laughed at our silly moments (we only stepped on each other’s toes once) and when we got home James even whipped me in his arms once in the kitchen to practise the tango!
We are both looking forward to our next class and hopefully this will be the start of something new and exciting that we can both enjoy in years to come!