Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

I can quote most of Dirty Dancing because I've seen it about 87 times. Most of them before the age of 7. I had a life size poster of Patrick Swayze in my room when I was 6 and was fully convinced that his eyes followed me around the room. But the state of my emotional and psychological health at that time is another topic entirely. Back to why Dirty Dancing was on my mind of late - I found myself not only quoting the movie, but also acting out one scene in particular... remember the part where she's practicing on the bridge/walkway thing? Yeah, that's been me the past few days. Not the sexy cutt-off's and tank top 'after' part, but the lame button down shirt and white pants 'before' part. Foot stomping and post-kicking included.

My good friend, Katie, invited me to go Salsa dancing this past Sunday, and seeing as how my relationship with Salsa has been more akin to dipping than dancing, she taught me the basic steps before the big night. So I practiced. No spaghetti arms for me, thank you very much. Alas, I still sucked. I seemed to have four left feet and the kind of rhythm that is unmistakeably White. But what fun! People were so nice and super sweet to me - even if I did keep stepping on their feet (sorry, Katie)! I was treated with the utmost respect by all of the gentlemen - Ben need not to have worried about any Latin lovers. After two hours I was sweating like I had been running for miles and my feet felt like they were on fire. What a workout! Yet everyone else was still going strong. I think it was their special dance shoes. They must have magic power or something. Note to self: must buy dance shoes. P.S. to self: must buy more rhythm.

Anyway, it was a fabulous night and I can't wait to go back! But I'm a little nervous about not being able to say, "Oh, it's my first time," and get by just for being a cute little novice. I think I'm supposed to actually remember what I learned for the next round...