…I taught dance this weekend. It was utterly ridiculous in circumstance – 11 girls at noon on a Saturday, in the middle of their celebrating a bachelorette party weekend, and in an airbnb house that kind of looks like a drug house from the outside. I had met two of them at the rodeo, and I had offered to show them for free how to two-step (since they’re interns, and interns typically have minimal money), when they had asked where to learn it. I genuinely began the lesson by asking with what level of intoxication I was dealing, and they loved it. (Surprisingly, it was rather low, but they had just had a lazy start to the day, I guess, because mimosas were definitely happening.) By the end of it all, I was clear that it wasn’t about how well they all danced, but that they loved what they were now doing, thanks to me. And, to be fair, a good handful of them could actually two-step (and some even polka) decently as lead and follow by the end. And they could identify the difference between a two-step and a polka. Not bad for the middle of a bachelorette party weekend. 🙂
I really enjoyed it.