
...for the first time in 20 years when i took tap as a p.e. credit at wsu (don't even get me started on that 20 years thing!).
i took a beginning tap class with a friend.
our pre-class conversation went something like this:
me: i feel a wee bit self-conscious but excited. i mean, look what i'm wearing. i haven't done laundry in a while so i'm wearing this dorky brown t-shirt.
her: i can't take off my fleece tonight because i'm wearing a white t-shirt and polka dot bra.
me: i'm wearing my old lady sweatsuit...wouldn't even pass for cool in boca raton.
her: i'm wearing short pants with unshaven legs.
we. are. awesome.
our post-class conversation went something like this:
me: that was fun, but totally crazy.
her: i was hoping tonight i might find out some big secret about my inner tap abilities. i didn't.
me: i couldn't look in the mirror. i kept seeing this big brown blob and it threw me off count.
her: what's up with these ten-feet-tall teenage girls anyway?
me: what about me in my hammer pants sweats.
her: or me trying to tap in my socks.
me: there were things jiggling on me that i simply do not like reminded that they do indeed jiggle.
her: i was doing my kegels so i wouldn't accidentally pee my pants.
can you believe we even enjoyed ourselves and will go back next week?


