2 posts tagged “zumba”

Actually they’d probably enjoy hearing inappropriate insights. I’ll be the toast of the family reunion or at least the first one pushed any the pool!

When I lived in Dublin I had three roommates, one Irish guy, obnoxious NYC woman and an English guy. Pretty much every Sunday English guy would pick up some London newspaper. Whenever I was home Sunday morning and clearheaded enough (keep in mind it was the morning after an Irish Saturday night) I often read it as well. He was mainly interested in sports and I read most everything else. Thanks to his print-matter purchases, I hit my Posh n’ Becks saturation point early in 2002. One day I was reading a column in the glossy entertainment supplement. The only thing I remember was that it mentioned VPL and I had no idea what that stood for. I asked EG and he answered “visible panty line.” He was pro-VPL, whereas I fall in the anti-VPL camp like a lot (but not nearly enough) of my gender. In my student days, jeans and other casual gear meant VPL wasn’t often a worry. Once I joined the work world though, thong underpants became de rigueur for certain pants and some skirts – though that can be drafty. And beware of street grates in the latter case. I bought several pairs at Miss Selfridge’s on Grafton Street. At first I kept calling it Mrs. Selfridge’s  to the delight of my friends. What?! I wasn’t paying attention to her marital status – it’s not as though being married precludes being fashionable.

These days I generally opt for seamless but I only have one pair so lots of times I’m stuck (or so it feels) with a thong. Now I can wear them any time of month  thanks to (Gentlemen strongly warned to refrain from clicking) this (Ladies, you're welcome.) Yeah, I know TMI, TMI but ever so comfy and athletics-friendly. Good for the environment to boot! Back to thongs though…never, I repeat NEVER wear them to Zumba class.  It is not pleasant…you’ll end up spending a lot of time trying to salsa yourself back into your undies. 

I ain’t promiscuous, I just hump the floor at the YMCA - along with about 30 other ladies. Slipping around on the humid floor during Zumba class at the Y, I felt like Bambi slipping on the ice only much less wholesome due to the thrusting motions. Love this class and how it helps loosen up my white Midwestern hips that are learning not to lie – “Shakira, Shakira!” Hope you know that song or else that reference will be completely nonsensical. If you do, well then it’s completely lame! I really shouldn’t feel so red-faced about the dirty dancing because apparently you start learning it at Bible Camp these days. Kris and I saw her sister’s neighbor children perform a choreographed song “Pharoah, Pharoah, ooooh yeah, let my people go…free!” on the pontoon boat last weekend.  (Kris’s facebook status: “Kris is wondering what they are teaching kids in bible camp these days.) We were shocked at the pelvic thrust similar to what we’ve been doing in class. There’s some grannies in the class that give it their all with nary a blush. Apparently I am much too uptight! We biked to and from class even though a thunderstorm was threatening. When we left for home it had gotten dark and windy so we biked fast to beat the rain. While waiting for a red light I sang “blah, blah, blah Carnivale!” into the wind, still stuck in my head from class. Yes, I have a fabulous command of Español. We tore along the bike path unsure at first if it was rain or bugs pelting us in the face and arms. It was bugs. Not sure if that’s better than rain…I’m thinking not. At my driveway there was no lingering goodbye as Kris continued on to her apartment a few blocks away. The rain started as I was putting my bike in the garage. I think Kris’s ride home was timed perfectly to get a little cooling rain right before she arrived home. It might have been miserable had we been only halfway home. I lingered a bit in the backyard, picking berries hoping to cool down a bit before going inside. I wasn’t going to be able to take a shower or bath during the storm. I’m sure standing outside picking berries is much smarter. That’s how safety minded I am.