So dancing was a blast but my legs feel like 36yr old legs today, which apparently makes me look like the soldiers from Toy Story (not the cool push up ones, the shuffley kind) or perhaps Weezy the penguin.
At least according to my husband.
The basic of St. Louis shag is triple step, kick kick, triple step, kick kick - all while bouncing the whole time.
I kept up, but hoo-boy! I think I bit off more than I could chew. Maybe next time I'll do one or two lessons and that's it.
Here's my view of watching younger people show me how to boogie...my view is from a chair.
ps I didn't really have iPhones for filming back in my heyday...I used to write what I learned in a notebook (and I'd have no idea what any of it meant a few days later). Kids these days!
At least I had this awesome hotel bathroom to look forward to before dinner!
That shower pressure on my calves was LIFE!
And then we tried to decide if we could nap while awake but that was a no. It was dinner time.
We went to Bohemian House for Restaurant week after taking the worst Uber driver ever. Granted, we could have walked the 4 blocks but it was snowing and just triple step, kick kicked for hours.
Wanna see our food?
That's me
That's Chris
Pierogis!
Mushroom spatzl! (I always end up eating the vegetarian options because I love mushroom so much)
Pork loin and lil dumplings that were the best thing we ate (well I got one bite, hubby only let me have the one).
There are no pics of dessert. I forgot to take them but it was just "eh" dry chocolate cake.
I should have ordered those dumpling things for dessert.
The portions were actually reasonable so I felt pretty good.
Oh and I took a bathroom selfie because i wanted to steal this totally Snow White magic mirror
I was trying for a flapper vibe with my shirt. Those ruffles kept getting stuck in all sorts of weird directions all night though.
The blues bands were good and we ran into so many old dance friends and all commiserated about our aging bones and the good ole days over $5 miller lites!
Side-rant: everyone kept telling me how good I looked, how much smaller I was and stuff. I was probably 20+ lbs heavier last time many of them had seen me. I've wanted people to notice but then it kind of hits me as "you looked terrible before". I dunno, I should be happy but it's always weird to hear that people maybe thought of you as larger before???? Like when I didn't really think that defined me before. Confusing. Anyone ever feel this way?
I have a long run on the treadmill to do tonight and I'm sooooo not in the mood. But gotta do it. The nap I took today was helpful. Gonna sleep well tonight.
My calves are still in the sore territory so I dunno how the paces are gonna go though. Treadmill is always "faster" feeling than outdoors. If I get an ouches I won't be a hero.
