Thriller

It was time for my October Secret Date last night, and Nate was a VERY good sport as I took him to a dance class to learn the Thriller dance.

Remember this:

 

We walked into this community center and literally it smelled like elementary school. You know the smell.

Probably because it was an old elementary school, I have no idea. The point is I was having flashbacks for gym class with Ms. Hornby playing sideline soccer as we entered this teeny tiny little gym to join the dance class.

And oh was it a motley crew. From a group of women that looked like they came straight from the Curves workout, to a uber urban band looking to learn the dance for upcoming performances, to this group of European women that I am pretty sure did not know much language it was a group worth video-taping.

But alas...there is no videotape. Honestly, I was a little scared of the instructor so I wussed out to whip out my phone. The instructor was....high energy. And speaking of high energy, she literally had the HIGHEST voice I have ever heard. But I give her mad props for teaching us all---at VERY different levels--to do this thing.

ALthough, I'm not sure repeating the 32 counts of zombie walking about--oh--350 times was really necessary.  But let's just say we now have seriously rockin zombie moves.

So be on the look-out--if you are 

a) ever around us at a dance

b) they play thriller

c) we are together

then we will completely blow your mind.