At the retreat center. One girl led a bellydancing class and it was really silly and enjoyable. It’s the first time I’ve moved my body around in a while. The downside was that there are these horrible tiny bastards of biting flies out. Check out what happened to my legs. They were even clever enough to fly up my dress and get to the more tender parts of my thighs. It ended up being bellydancing sprinkled with spastic flailing and self-flagellation.
Now I have empathetic itching!
ReplyDeleteMy belly is jealous! I tried to go to a bellydancing class last week, but the teacher never showed up. One of the other students led us in some stretches for a half hour before I decided to run away. Maybe I should head to Stasiaville to make it happen?
ReplyDeleteuuuuuu. caladryl will help prima..!!!!
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