Second to last dance class last night. We missed last week to go to Shannon’s company Fourth of July fireworks-watching party.
I’m amazed at how far we’ve come in just five weeks! While we were waiting for everyone to arrive, she played music for us to practice to. We must be doing pretty good, at least with the foxtrot, rumba, and waltz. She didn’t make too many comments about anyone’s technique. We spent a big portion of the class adding steps to our single count swing, then we struggled to add a crossover step and a spin to the chacha. I’m not cut out for the chacha, I’m afraid. The class we missed last week was the tango, but she gave everyone a quick review. Then we gave it a try.
Ok, here’s the dirty truth. It’s a fantastic dance to watch. Haven’t we all seen Al Pacino sweep Gabrielle Anwar around that parquet floor, telling her if she gets tangled up to just tango on and wished that were us? Here’s what I learned last night. If it feels good while you are dancing it (ladies, I mean) you are doing it wrong. It’s awkward. It’s unnatural. I cannot imagine doing it in real heeled dance shoes and a long skirt. THIS is the dance that gets your toes stepped on. I’m determined to get it right, but I’m no longer as dreamily enamored of it as I was. I do enjoy the swing though. I think after this, we’ll take one more survey class to get some more practice in on all of the dances…to learn some turns and move beyond just the basic step-step-side-together part so that we wouldn’t be lost on a dance floor, but then, I think I’d like to get really good at East Coast Swing. Funny, that’s the one I was the most nervous about learning!