So, my hawks and doves,
I have completed one of the many items on my List.
Attending a burlesque
class was number 80 on my list, and it was achieved, finally, today!
MotH is the source
behind my wanting to try it. Until he brought me along to a show at
La Cheetah, I had never seen it before. People can debate back and
forth about burlesque vs stripping, and does it matter, really? No. I
think there's a different mood with burlesque. It's cheeky, teasing,
makes me want to giggle. There's a light-heartedness about it, even
though it is an exacting dance form :)
Ash McTease runs Show Girl Sessions in Glasgow, and I was fortunate enough to find a voucher from one of the many voucher/discount sites available
for 8 classes here. I tried my first one today, Burlesque Combo.
I had misgivings to
start with. Primarily because I've developed a nasty chesty cough
which is causing me to wheeze rather un-gracefully and un-sexily
every so often. Is it really sensible to be doing a dance class when
one is unwell? But I got there eventually and donned my heels and
gloves and off we went! Exercising in heels is murder on the thighs,
by the way, just sayin'! :P
There was a warm up (chairs were involved) and
we worked through a dance routine. I felt awesome. Tired and sweaty, but
awesome! I wanted to use my voucher on different classes as well, so
I'm trying a Bollywood class next week, along with Burlesque
Bombshell and Glamourcise. I think by this time next week I may be
very, very sore :P But I will have had a lot of fun! Honestly, it's
one of the best things I've done for myself in a long time. I didn't
even really feel self-conscious. There were women of various ages and
bodyshapes there, I didn't feel threatened or insecure, and it was
nice, and it was FUN!
As I left the venue I
overheard a couple of the other girls say they were going to cancel
their gym memberships. On the subway back I saw a poster for a gym
here in Glasgow, with a typical January promotion blaring across it.
“Why tread-the-mill when you can dance?” My inner voice (one of a
few, I admit) said to me. I'm inclined to agree with this particular
voice. It usually errs on the side of delightfulness. This may
explain my addiction to choux pastry as well, hehe.
I will end this blog
with a note of thanks to MotH. I am never really that awake in the
mornings, but this morning I had forgotten that my keys may had slid
OUT of their usual spot in my bag and ended up on the floor when I
came home from work yesterday. Meaning that when I came home this
evening, I was utterly without keys. Unfortunately for me MotH was
ALSO out today, to a sort of “battle of the bands” event in the
city centre. This he very obligingly left (temporarily) to come and
let me in to my house (so I could eat my pastry, mmmm). He didn't
have to, I left my keys so really I should have gone back in to town
to meet him, but he came to my aid without batting an eyelid.
Chivalry is not dead, not by a long shot!
