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April 22, 2013 / Andee Frizzell

Dance Like No One Is Watching

flamencoMy girlfriend Erin and I decided to take a Zumba class the other day. That in itself isn’t funny but watching two Scandinavian descendants with hips cast in concrete try to do the Latin shimmy, well that’s funny.

Even though Erin’s lineage is that of the purist Nordic Scandinavians she runs on Latin time; in translation, she is always, always late.

Par for course, Erin was running late for the class so she text me a desperate plea to save her a spot. I found two spots that I deemed relatively safe (safe meaning in the back with minimal view of incriminating mirrors and enough distance from others for arm flailing).

The class filled up quickly and was mid warm up when Erin appeared at the door, flushed and scattered. She zigzagged across the studio dance floor like a silver pinball in play, bumping into everyone as she headed in my direction.

We were just beginning a series of side lunge squats with pelvic thrusts when Erin positioned herself directly in front of me. And that’s when I saw a long white tail dangling from the waist band of her LuLu Lemons.

It took me a minute to register that what I was looking at a very long string of toilet paper that was tucked into Erin’s pants. Apparently in her haste to change for class in the tiny water closet posing as a Loo and a change room, she had accidentally clipped the end of the toilet paper roll into her pants as she pulled them on and raced into class.

Make shift Flamenco dress?


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