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Jeans and heels. Who knew.
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Tonight was week three of tango class. We learned promenade rocks and simple (not simple) walking techniques to move around the dance floor. Here is what it should look like (give me some music, people!). I'm loving this class. I don't know how much of it is because it's dancing, or because I like learning new things, or because it's tango (ooh-la-la), but I'm loving this.

And so I'm inspired to make a little list of the classes I've taken in the last few years just because I'm addicted to all things learning. In other words, if you call something a class, I will probably give you my credit card and sign up.

• Gourmet cooking class
• Line dancing class
• Improv class
• Tango class
• Swing 6 count
• Lindy hop
• Acting essentials at Mad Cow Theatre 
• And of course three years of seminary, not because it could lead to any career, but just because I found it interesting. So I might as well throw in....
• Hebrew

Oh yeah, I also took a financial planning course (three cheers for Dave Ramsey) but I stopped going after the first week so it really shouldn't count. (I did it on my own. Stop your judging).   

So what should I do next? Suggestions? Don't say painting. And I'm not crafty. 

  

On Steve Jobs, Edward, and black turtlenecks

Steve Jobs died today. If you are just now learning that from my blog, go buy yourself an iPhone, get connected, and see for yourself how this man has changed the world.

I first fell in love with Steve Jobs when Noah Wyle played him in a made for tv movie called The Pirates of Silicon Valley. Yes, I dutifully taped it on VHS and watched it many times. And yes, I had an Apple computer long before they were the sexy piece of machinery they are today. Back when an apple was colored. With stripes.

I found out he died, ironically -- or perhaps instead, but of course -- through my iPhone. I got in my car after dance class and on my phone was a breaking message from CNN that he was gone at 56. Frankly, I was shocked at how immediately sad I felt. The world seems emptier tonight. So this is what it feels like to have a legend die.

But before I found out this sad news, I was dancing. Tonight was week 2 of Tango class. I made some new friends, got invited to go out dancing this weekend (does it sound like I'm writing a letter home from summer camp?), and even was told I had really long legs (that's right, baby). We learned a new move called the Corte which is a Spanish word meaning lunge forward (but not like in jazzercise), don't wobble, and turn your head so far away that a vampire would want to bite your neck. Here, this is how it should look. The vampire thing is no joke.

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.