Belly dancing... lesson 1

So much for not swearing yesterday... after a grotty letter from our VC, I sounded very much like Frank in Shameless with my colourful language. I was only in the building five minutes when the first of my workmates told me we were doomed.

Still I don't care as I had my first belly dancing class tonight and I have other things to worry about now... my poor body can't flick and dip... well not when they are suppose to anyway.
My god I thought as long as you had a tummy, you'd be fine, how wrong can a girl get?! There is so much to think about and all at the same time and ontop of all that, I'm such a clutz.

Of course the main draw back my oxygen back pack. Although I balanced it on a chair my oxygen tube wasn't long enough for a lot of the moves i.e the 'Camel walk.' Being yanked back by the nose from misjudging the distance was a bit ouch for my nose and my ego, but then I near on strangled myself on most of other moves, so that was something else to worry about. So many twists and turns, how am I going to wave my scarf sensually while trying to hold my tube in the air so I can nip underneath it????
And what is this with the 'Camel walk,' the nearest I've come to a 'Camel Walk' is when I've had too tight trousers on and got a 'Camel's Toe!'

I can't dance on my tippy toes and my mother hips are more agile when it comes to dipping and flicking and she's 92 for goodness sake! But I LOVED IT! Noha, that's our tutor said I had good hand movements and I must agree they were fab, so that's a start. If I wear a less firmer bra next time, my boobs will get a shimmey on when working my upper body and hopefuly draw the eye away from my confused hips!

So until next time, I'm sticking a few more heat pads on my bum and I'm sure the pain will disappear very soon, but tonight I shall dream of me being whisked away by a handsome, attentive and of course a filthy rich shiekh!

Lots of love Debbie x