Okay, so you’re not supposed to shake a Polaroid to make it develop faster.
We all did it anyway…
You can’t buy Polaroid anymore.
Many of you reading this right now may never have even seen, let alone EXPERIENCED a Polaroid camera.
Please don’t tell me that you don’t know what I’m referring to…
I’m getting old. Next you’ll tell me that you don’t know what Duck Hunt is.
But I digress.
This post has nothing to do with age or technology…
Unless of course to count taking a dance class to work on core strength to combat age, genetics, and a general predisposition to a squishy midsection…
I went to my second Egyptian Belly-dance class last night at Serpentine Studios in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Armed with my brand spanking new, handmade in Egypt, coin belt/skirt that was chosen for me by a charming Middle Eastern Man at Beads R Us on Quinpool Road, a desire to firm up my core, and an hour to kill every Monday evening for the next 6 weeks… I rocked it.
So in case you didn’t know… or in case you just thought Belly-dancing was for Middle Eastern themed restaurants and big wig business execs to ogle at…
Belly-dancing is HARD.
Which is precisely why I decided to take it.
Isolating your hips and stomach takes a great deal of concentration and energy. Keeping your arms up and relaxed looking is going to sculpt me some kick-ass shoulders.
The confidence and flirtatiousness of the whole experience is great so far.
Plus I get to shimmy my hips around like nobody’s business.
Watch out Shakira… here I come!