Last week was our first week back home, and our first week teaching Country 2 Step at the Borderline, in Thousand Oaks, Ca. While it is good to get away from it all, it is always good to get back home, too. When I am here, I miss my Boise dance family, and when I am there, I miss my California dance family.
If you are not a dancer, I encourage you to seek out your local dancing community and put a big “dance” toe, on a dance floor. You can actually learn online with our online dance instruction. Dancing not only brings joy to your soul, it is great exercise for the mind and body. They say that dancing helps to prevent Alzheimer’s, and for those of us with “chemo brain” that is a great benefit! In addition to all of the great “body” benefits, you will also meet a wonderful group of people. Dancing allows you to go anywhere, find the local dancers’ hang out, and fit right in. Your intimate circle will expand and your body, mind and soul will thrive.
Anyway, after finding out that my lovely, black panties made an appearance for six dances during my last competition, I guess that my bum decided to make an appearance at our class last week, as well. Yes, I lived through one of my most horrifying nightmares. I walked through an entire bar and stood in the middle of a large group of dancers, with my skirt tucked into my waistband; my whole rear end facing the crowd! Lovely, right?
This occurred as a result of my mad dash to the bathroom, during class. Since I am not one of those girls that “check” everything in the mirror before leaving the restroom, I do the usual; wash my hands and fly out the door. Lately I fly out the door even more quickly because of the consistently falling out, bad hair; I just don’t want to look in the mirror. So, I fly in and then I fly out; right back onto the dance floor, in closed dance position. Yes, in the middle of the floor with everyone watching.
Joe, who talks, or should I say teaches a lot, has me standing there for several minutes, bum sticking out for all to see; I haven’t a clue. Suddenly, I feel someone’s hand on my shoulder, I look around and Vicki whispers, “You’re skirt is up, you’re shorts are showing.” She graciously pulls my skirt out of my waistband and I turn around and say, “Well, at least I have ONE friend, Thank YOU, Vicki!!”
Thank God I was wearing actual biker type shorts and not a thong; that would have been frightening!! Once my skirt was back down where it belonged, we resumed class; just leave it to my panties; once more, trying to become the center of attention.
There are two morals to this story. One, ALWAYS take the time to check in the mirror. Two, be a friend and tell the person in question; save them from themselves’; whether it be they are dragging toilet paper behind them, their skirt is in their waist band, they have lipstick or food, on or in their teeth, their zipper is down or there are boogers in their nose, do them a favor; be a friend and tell them!! Please feel free to use my daughter’s saying for the boogers in the nose, “You have bats in the cave.”
Black panties and shorts under skirts are now, officially retired!