I am going to semi-reluctantly admit that I once was kicked out of an aerobics class. Turns out those ladies take their grapevines seriously and I lack even the slightest rhythm to grasp any sort of choreography. There is just no groove in this booty, which makes learning any type of dance a frightening experience, even a simple line dance.
I have definitely kicked up my heels at a country bar before, beer in hand and brandishing the most adorable cowboy hat.
I was even asked to two-step…once. But, cattleman are as serious about their line-dancing as workout fanatics are about obstructing their fitness regime. If you can’t dance, get off the floor. Ever since, I have wanted to be proficient at just one simple line dance and not be embarassed on the dance floor.
She obviously wasn’t privy to my lack of skill yet.
In between shifts at my restaurant, after ALL the customers left the joint, we blasted the music for the lesson to begin. 42 minutes, 3,201 steps later and completely surprised at how patient my instructor was, there was line dance success. Not success in the way that means I will be featured in a country music video with Randy Travis, but the accomplishment that means another check off the bucket list and that’s good enough for me.
Now I have to take my new skills to the local country club to give them a whirl.