ˌrēˈɡrō/ verb/ gerund or present participle: Regrowing "to grow or be grown anew or continued growth after an injury or after having died or withered"
So, over the last week or so my friends and I have been out dancing twice.. and by out dancing.. I really mean out once, and staying in once too. Last Friday a few of us decided it would be fun to go to the local dance academy/night club.. haha which really isn’t like what it sounds at all.. It’s a “dry” night club.. which really isn’t a club, but just a dance academy that they opened on Friday night too. We all got there early so they can teach us something about what we’re doing.. since we only have one gifted salsa dancing friend. 🙂
There was a fairly even number of guys and girls so it made it lots of fun cause no one HAD to be the wall flower, and much to my surprise and joy the guys were great about rotating around to all the girls, especially the ones along the side. It’s never a fun feeling of having to be the wall flower because everyone else has a partner…
We all had a blast, and you wouldn’t believe the work out that comes from dancing! haha! Much more so as the girl who does tons of twirling. Which, lets be honest twirling is what makes it as fun as it is 🙂 Especially when, my friends and I act like goobers while dancing. My friend Doll who is down here visiting and I even though dancing with our partners, at one point decided warring with each other was more fun.. So, regardless of where the guy tried leading us, we were more interested in acting like we were trying to upstage each other! lol 🙂 It was a blast and we laughed hysterically all evening long 🙂
Then, last night Doll, Brit, and I went over to a couple of our friend’s house and got private salsa lessons. We had more girls than guys, but it was ok, we blasted Pandora and had a blast anyway. Trying to manage, learn, demonstrate, and practice in a very small living room with 5 people all trying to do the same thing was comical to say the least… Which of course caused more laughing as we’d bump into each other, the couch, the chair, the ceiling fan lights, the banister, or when we’d realize the next move we were learning would send the girl (us) into the wall… =O Then, which ever girl was not partnered seemed to always sneak away to get watermelon, brownies, oreos, water.. whatever. 🙂 It was a lot of fun learning and laughing at each other trying to learn. At the end of the evening we popped on some youtube videos for assistance, which was also a lot of fun.. Then we got ambitious and thought we could learn the Lindy Hop.. lol yeah.. that’s about where our adventure came to a screeching halt 🙂
But, regardless we had a lot of fun. We laughed and joked around. The guys didn’t hurt us or drop us as they attempted new moves (which is always a bonus!). Sometimes I think it’s amazing how all you need is just something that’s just fun. A reason to laugh until it hurts. Somehow, it restores what needs to be righted, causes joy to return. I’m not sure how, but it does 🙂 I’m such a fan of those moments. If I could freeze and hold onto them, I would because at those times nothing else matters, just the joy and the laughter. I love it.
“Let them praise his name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!” – Psalm 149:3