Right now I am taking a jazz/hip-hop dance class at a cute little dance studio in Sugarhouse. Unlike last year's tap class, this one is actually for adults so I don't feel so much like an idiot. Wait, I spoke too soon. We just finished learning a dance to Justin Timberlake's "My Love" and there were many times when I felt, and looked, like an idiot. It was bound to happen when I had to watch my white-white self do a body roll while trying to hide what my sister refers to as my "dance face." But, it was fun and I decided to not care about what I looked like and do the Annie version of rockin' out. Oh, and don't try to be funny and ask me to show you my dance...at least not unless you are willing and able to sing My Love for me on the spot.
In related news, I had a dream last night that somebody tried to set me up on a blind date with Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys but I wasn't really interested and couldn't fit it into my schedule. Random. Where did that come from?