First up was Cha-Cha-Cha. I wish we would have a video tape of us dancing because we could probably send it to "America's Funniest Home Videos" and win a grand prize. Luckily we were not the worst dancers. There was a guy who had no idea what rhythm was. He was stiff as a dead body. We felt bad for his wife who tried to make him dance. Then there was a Robert De Niro impersonator who had a perpetual smile on his face. His wife was clearly from Russia and was a much better dancer than him.
We came up with our own dance counting system. Rather than counting 1,2, cha-cha-cha, we came up with a less evasive mm, mm, mm-mm-mm.
The next dance we learned was Foxtrot. That was basically like Texas two-step or Finnish Humppa except a little variation. Much easier to learn and keep the count except when it came to the side step and me trying to figure out when Rod comes out of the side step by reading his arm movements and facial expressions. He was totally a man of mystery and we or should I say "I" failed on many occasions. But we finally learned the basics and we able to enjoy the music and ask each other the compulsory questions like: "Do you come here often?" and "are you single?" while not focusing so much on the dance steps.
Next week, more Cha-cha-cha and Foxtrot with a two-hour dance party at the end.
The Dance Club where the magic happens on Friday nights.
My Capezio dance shoes.
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