First and foremost, I lopped all of my hair off. Well, not all of my hair, but about half of it. And, um, a hairdresser did it, rather than me. And then I watched Aeon Flux and thought, Shit, Why didn't I cut my hair like Charlize? Short bits with some long bits = HOT. And then I thought, Shit, This movie's plot has more holes in it than a piece of Swiss fricking cheese. I prefaced a few more thoughts with Shit for good measure.
Last night, instead of the usual teenage miscreant rabble at The Embassy (a bar/nightclub-type place in Brisbane), my lovely Best Mate and some of her co-workers (along with myself, of course) were drunkenly wobbling on the dance floor when we were struck dumb by some fricking fantastic salsa dancing.
I've never been so pleased to hear a remix of Madonna's La Isla Bonita, which, incidentally, has been chorusing through my brain NON-STOP. He was spinning her all over the place and she was flicking her hair and WOW. We cheered loudly after the song finished but it was drowned out by J-Kwon, or whatever the hell they played next.
We found out that they teach classes and all of a sudden I'm thinking that when I grow up, I want to dance salsa. None of this astronaut/ballerina/doctor shit for me. SALSA. And I will spin and wear skirts that flare with silver shoes. I will dance with handsome men whose sexuality may be questionable and people will look at me and think, That girl has picked a really rewarding career path. And also, check out how hot her arse is from all of that dancing.
YEAH.
Hey now. It's feasible.
Last night, instead of the usual teenage miscreant rabble at The Embassy (a bar/nightclub-type place in Brisbane), my lovely Best Mate and some of her co-workers (along with myself, of course) were drunkenly wobbling on the dance floor when we were struck dumb by some fricking fantastic salsa dancing.
I've never been so pleased to hear a remix of Madonna's La Isla Bonita, which, incidentally, has been chorusing through my brain NON-STOP. He was spinning her all over the place and she was flicking her hair and WOW. We cheered loudly after the song finished but it was drowned out by J-Kwon, or whatever the hell they played next.
We found out that they teach classes and all of a sudden I'm thinking that when I grow up, I want to dance salsa. None of this astronaut/ballerina/doctor shit for me. SALSA. And I will spin and wear skirts that flare with silver shoes. I will dance with handsome men whose sexuality may be questionable and people will look at me and think, That girl has picked a really rewarding career path. And also, check out how hot her arse is from all of that dancing.
YEAH.
Hey now. It's feasible.
posted by GBE at 6:30 pm
11 Comments:
I love salsa dancing. For the Ex's high school formal we were given free salsa lesson, and I was good at it, and it's SO fun!
Nowwdays I'd be too painfully embarassed to dance in public, and front up to dance lessons alone, but I would love to learn.
If you ever do take the lessons, let me know how they go!
P.S Your haircut sounds cools
I try to dance salsa, but I come out looking more like tomato paste.
Don't you know salsa dancing is a cult? They draw you in with their hot latin moves and tight pants, but before you know it you've given them power of attorney and you find yourself working in an agricultural compound on the outskirts of town. Sending senior members back into the population to start salsa schools is just a method of gathering more to the flock. So next time you see them burning up the dance floor, scream 'out you malicious proselytes!' and bust some white-girl moves to show them what's what.
YES!!! I SO TOTALLY GET THAT FEELING!!! I was so excited I had to write in capitals to try to convey my enthusiasm. Did it work?
Anyhoo. I do latin dancing. Its more addictive than sex. They say its sex on the dancefloor, I say its foreplay!
Didn't someone say that dancing is the vertical reflection of the horizontal act?
Mmm. Sounds like fun.
You know something? I wish I had the energy to Salsa Dance! I've watch it and it's without a doubt sexy! I on the other hand have gone past sexy (physically) but mentally am ready to learn. No shit intened, but I'm really a thirty-one year old trapped in a sixty-one year old body (you think it scares you, you ought to be in my skivvies in front of the mirror shaving in the morning!! Gross!!!!)
But seriously, it's a cool thing and why not? We are all here as we are, to be who we are,....amd what's wrong with that? Whe does the "age" number mean you are a cripple, or a has been. Life is the pursuit of life,.....and if you catch it you're already dead!
I may be right, i may be wrong, but ask me in fifty years, for then we are all history!
Hiya, just surfin about the site. Pleased to meets ya.
My boyfriend and I watched that Aeon Flux after concluding a bottle of wine and we thought maybe it was being tipsy that made the movie appear as disjointed as it did. Even the Pope is not as holey as that plot was.
Jen, I think I'd be ok with dancing in public, assuming I'd learnt enough to not look like a clumsy git with two left feet. As for fronting up to lessons alone, I can most definitely understand where you're coming from. What if there's no guys to dance with? What if I have to dance with the 80-year old who suffers from incontinence?
Oh Don, but at least you try, and that's what matters. Fly to Brisbane and take lessons with me so I don't have to dance with the aforementioned incontinent man.
But Mark, those tight pants are fantastic. I would give them Power of Attorney if they could make me look good in those pants. I want to be part of their cult. SIGN ME UP.
Phishez, your enthusiasm was conveyed most effectively. When I was watching those dancers, one phrase amongst the many I was frequently (drunkenly) yelling was 'Woah. That's HOT.' It was SO hot. They had to use a shovel to remove my jaw from the floor.
Lover, I've heard that saying too. But knowing my coordination skills it would more likely be a vertical representation of somebody flailing wildly and causing injury to the people surrounding.
Mr. Guinness. You have truly inspired me. Should I avoid going to classes because I'm scared of dancing with bald men suffering from halitosis who will try and grind their privates on me? No. I will regret it FOREVER. I may have to be within close proximity of scary men who want to play touchy-touchy in the beginning, but once I am FAB then only the spunkiest of spunky gay men will want to dance with me. HURRAH!
Hi Odly! Damn straight, sista. I expected better of Charlize, because she's so damn pretty and played that incredibly unattractive woman in Monster. But that really was utter shite. I could scrawl a better movie plot with crayons after drinking three bottles of rum.
Oi, post a photo of the hair! I have two left feet so salsa is not even close to being an option.
So give me some hair photo love.
"I could scrawl a better movie plot with crayons after drinking three bottles of rum."
Oh my god, did you write Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest?
Lucy, ok, I will, but just for you. I'll either include it in the next random photo post I do (which is well overdue) or I'll stick it on the sidebar as the next profile picture.
Why yes, Audrey, yes I did. I've been masquerading as a blogger when in fact I am paid good money to spew forth drivel in Hollywood and force Johnny Depp to spout the corniest lines I can come up with. It's a tough life, but somebody's got to do it.
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