Before I begin this week’s post, I’d like to start with a little story. Way back in the days of high school, I didn’t like gym. Hard to believe that an exercise fanatic like me didn’t like gym, but there you are. I think it was because:
1. The dorky gym uniforms.
Can someone say bloomers?
There is nothing more to say about this article of clothing.
2. The time element.
Combine that fashion statement with the fact that we only had 10 minutes to shower and get back to class after gym and you have a recipe for a bad experience. What teenage girl can get dressed in that time? It takes one 10 minutes to figure out how she will style her hair.
There was one bright spot however and that was square dancing. Did I just say square dancing? Yes I did. I was the only one in my class of 600 who liked it. There was something about the 4 count and the peppy music that spoke to me.
Now flash forward 30+ years. I am out for my daily walk and I happen to walk by this sign:
How exciting! Sqaure dancing right in my own home town.
I spend time contemplating how I will get Mr. Ken to come with me to this. Plan A is to just ask. Plan B is to ask, then bribe with a promise of a free donut after class. My mother-in-law is a fabulous ballroom dancer. But, let’s just say that Mr. Ken did not inherit her dancing gene.
I get home and put Plan A into play. I am greeted with:
The first time I saw that look was in our wedding pictures. 🙂
Finally Mr. Ken speaks and “Sure, I’ll go.”
I had to shake my head to make sure I heard him correctly. Did he just say “yes?”
Wow, I didn’t even have to pay him with a donut.
Stay tuned for our first class. It isn’t until September 16.
Are there any other square dancing fans out there? I suspect this group is even smaller than the Peep or chipmunk fan group. 🙂