how trish and meggie got their groove back/returning honor to Beyonce.

After the disaster that was what shall now be referred to as "The Beyonce Incident", Meg and I decided to head to ODC for take-two of exercising our inner Sasha.

Thankfully, I had attended this particular class on a few prior occasions and thus felt way more confident that the level of difficulty, teacher charisma, and mixed bag of fabulous classmates was definitely more our speed than the previous kerfuffle. So, I picked cousin Meg up and we drove out to the Mission to begin our second Saturday adventure.

I had a good feeling about this class already, but once we exited the car to pay for parking, the Universe sent us an encouraging sign:

We didn't have the courage to actually select #3, but can you imagine if, say, a chocolate covered avocado came out?! Oh man. So San Francisco. I might have to go back and park just to see what happens.

I digress.

The next encouraging sign came from Micaya, our amazeballs teacher whom I have a giant girl crush on, telling us we'd be dancing to 90's hip hop. Yes!, I thought, and then immediately heard Murray say "Okay, but, street slang is an increasingly valid form of expression. Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not necessarily in misogynistic undertones."

After 1.5 hours of sweating our asses off to Black Sheep, I can honestly say I was tired in the best possible way. And I know Meg must have enjoyed herself, too, because she is now trying to convince me to sign up for a performance workshop where we would actually have...gulp...a recital. (Jeez, you give a girl a few hip-hop hip-pops and she's ready to go pro). Kidding, Meg! I will totally bedazzle some high tops for a world tour with you.

The excitement to return again, however, should be fully credited to Micaya's teaching style--encouraging, funny, energetic and even a bit dance-as-a-life-lesson-y. She makes you feel as every great teacher should: motivated, expressive, alive and free. Points if you show up, points if you keep trying, points for forgiving your stumbles, and extra credit for not caring how you look and just having fun moving your body.

Yea, you pretty much walk out feeling like an A student.

Phew. Faith in the beginner's dance community restored, and a bit of honor brought back to Bey.

M&T, out. Or outie? Since it was 90's day...(and we're so, so white)?