Yesterday I went to Personal Torture and to Demon Diane’s Salsa class. PT was painful, but, except for Shona making us laugh telling stuff I can’t post here, uneventful. Not so the Salsa class. Diane was ravishing in a halter style, asymmetrical hemline flouncy dress. She was perfectly accessorized, right down to the aerobic shoes. Now, one might imagine that someone Jazzercising in a halter-top flouncy dress might be susceptible to the dreaded wardrobe malfunction, but Demon Diane pulled off the set without incident. It was my wardrobe that malfunctioned.
A while back (just before the commercial was taped) Casey, the Queen of Pain, shamed me into purchasing several new Jazzer-outfits. It was high time, since I’d been wearing the same oversized, faded T-shirts and capris for four or five years now. We were both sick of looking at them, so I trotted on over to Target and stocked up on capri-length exercise pants and matching tops. These tops are more fitted than my usual long, floppy T-shirts, and the capris have a stylish foldover band around the hips in a contrasting color. The stylish pink band on my black capris was the source of the problem.
Salsa dancing is hip-intensive. The stylish pink band around my VOLUPTUOUS hips wiggled itself into an un-folded-over position, making my capris full-length pants in mid-chanse. I adjusted them as good as I could while tangoing, only to find that they slipped even further down during the samba. I wrestled with those pants the entire class. It was very distracting–I’m sure I didn’t get my heart rate up into the green zone (the place on the chart in the front of the room where I don’t have enough breath to whine and my life is passing before my eyes). My pants never actually slid all the way off, but had I not fortuitously worn a Jazzercise T-shirt which is longer than my new matching top, the twenty people standing behind me would have had a gander at my pink flowered Victoria’s Secrets.
I missed class today all together, but I have a good reason, several actually. I had to go to the mall, there were things I needed and Belks sent me several really good coupons in the mail. Also, everything is on sale right now. Then, I had a dermatologist appointment, followed by a hair appointment. I didn’t even get to eat lunch until Christie had my foils in. I munched on a Chick-fil-a sandwich while my highlights processed. Then I had to go pick up prescriptions, and by that time it was after five. True, I could have made Julie’s class, but then I would have been too sore to make it in the morning.
Obviously, I didn’t get a thing written today. I’ll do better tomorrow. Y’all hold me to it!!
Peace, out…
You crack me up…or should I say you almost “cracked” the world up. Waaa haaa!
Thanks for adding me to your blogsite. I’ll return the favor now that I know where you are…Janet – er uh..Susan!
lol – looking at the comment – seems Susan is already changing her name – glad you didn’t moon the class and that your secrets stayed secret – hope the next classes are better for you – E 🙂
I am glad I stand in the FRONT of the room….. 🙂
I wish I had known! I would have called you up on stage to cha cha with me. I can’t make up that kind of entertainment!!!!!
Demon Diane
Have you considered just publishing your blog postings? Done right, you could become the next Fannie Flagg.
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