Two to Tango

Hoping this move comes in for Week 2

Today was the first day of the rest of my life. There's a whole new world out there. And it's called the Tango.

Tonight I took my first of an eight-week series class on Beginner Tango and I am hooked (that's a dance term for quick slide your leg, tap your foot, turn your head, and look super sexy doing it). Oh. my. goodness. In one hour, I learned the basic step, the promenade, and enough to know that my shoe budget will be radically increased. Pronto.

Oh the shoes.

Let's take a little look, shall we?

I love heels. For the life of me, I don't understand why I do not wear them more often. I have a hunch that it's because the floor in the rotunda at work is super waxy or possibly because heels force you to walk a wee bit slower and I love a good power stride, but whatever the reason I need to get over it. Because one day I'll have arthritis and won't be able to. And there are many things that can go on my Regret List one day, but not wearing heals should not be one of them.

Back to the class. Ready to learn tango with me? It's slow - slow - quick, quick - slow. Or, T-A-NG-O! So that's the basic.

In case you're wondering, I'm not giving up on Swing. I like swing. Swing is fun. Swing has cute shoes and adorable clothes. Swing is kinda like the girl next door. Now if Tango was the girl next door, she would be Bathsheba.