Last night I did something completely uncharacteristic of my slightly prudish self. In the name of trying new things, I signed up for a Pole Dance Instruction class. Disguised as a workout, this class was really more about learning a few moves, drinking a few drinks, and getting a TON of laughs. The most important thing I learned at the class is that my Plan B will never be to make the big bucks moonlighting as a stripper. Hey, at least now I know. I think I did a little more pole-colliding than pole-dancing last night. But at least I gave it my best effort!
What I recommend – gather up a gaggle of girlfriends, flock to a pole dance class, and prepare to laugh your tush off. Wear your shortest shorts (bare skin is essential when busting a move on a pole, I quickly learned), put on your sassy heels (gotta feel sexy), and bring a open mind.
Bonus – I bet hubby will be more inclined to take over childcare for an evening if he thinks he may get something out of it later! 🙂
(Picture: Fellow mom-friend, Eugenia, and I get a pre-workout stretch and beverage!)
Great post, Katie! Is it just me or does this picture look like the class was held at He’s Not Here? Just a thought?