J'aime Regarder les Mecs

A workshop class with Tovaris Wilson. Fuk me dead. It was still 40 degrees at 6pm when Imma and I left work. I was so excited, I couldn't keep still for the last 20 minutes of work, jumping around and acting all crazy. Andy came to pick me up, with my grey AG shorts, my old black and red Xavier rowing singlet and my black and white Tigers for me to change into. He was so nervous I thought he was going to rip off the steering wheel.

We arrived at Space, and upon walking in, seeing the bill posters all over the walls, the stairwell, the girls in their dancing kits, I couldn't help but think 'Centre Stage'. Bless. After being marked off the list, and walking through dark corridors (the statewide blackout shut down Chapel St. and hence Space entirely), we walked into the ballroom. And no shit, it was like Cassie's filmclip 'Me & U'. Though, I guess every dancehall looks like that. Floorboards, floor to ceiling mirrors, warehouse-style windows. Duh. Andy (who was now silent from pre-traumatic stress) and I found a spot to plonk our stuff down, and waited for ten minutes while more dancers arrived, and Tovaris.

We did a short warm-up, which consisted of some isolated warm-ups to Janet's 'So Excited' (I almost died), before starting work on our routine of the night which was to Cassie's 'Me & U' (aka 'I almost died' Part 2). The first few steps were relatively easy, and by the end... I had no idea what I was doing...Haha. But we got there eventually, and I danced away much like a happy little vegemite. I can now say that my first dance lesson was with Tovaris Wilson. And that's how I started... What a great E! True Hollywood story line, right? Hehe.

So after the class, we were sweating like dogs, and at the exit of Space, a girl was spraying water from a can onto everyone's faces. Such love. Andy and I didn't really want to head home, especially with Erin Scissorhands hating on us at the moment. So I called on a visit to Trampoline, the closest one being in St Kilda.

St Kilda was packed... with boys in short shorts and no tops. So hot, and the hot weather was sending me up the wall. So I downed my lemon sorbet in an attempt to get away as soon as possible. Funny right? But true.

So here I am now, sitting in my room, typing away, about to pass out from exhaustion, waiting for Andy to return from his Food Aid mission to McDonald's. I'm trying to decide whether to watch Chicago (in honour of the Dreamgirls movie release on Thursday) or Centre Stage (in an ode to dance class)...