So I went to a Zumba class last night. I know from my dancy feminine pose above you must be thinking, "OMG Sarah would be so good at Zumba!" Yup. Not the case my friends. Don't get me wrong I had a blast because lets face it shakin' that thang is fun. But I looka lika fool, the whole time. Whenever I didn't know what was going on I kind of did this little hip swivel to pretend like I had some sort of hispanic dancing skill in me. And at one point they did this weird hop thing that I totally didn't get and ended up just resorting to an awkward hop that look kind of like something this guy would do.
We can't win them all right.
Don't worry I'm not giving up just yet. Before bed last night instead of practicing my berries and cream dance I did a full switch to the merenque, I'll be a shakin' pro in no time. I even promised myself I would practice so I didn't look like such a weinersnitzel next time. Except for I said I plomise. You know if you say it wrong that you're not really making a promise right? Check it. It's in the dictionary, I plomise.