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Hips don’t lie

In my case – they don’t like belly dancing either.  LOL  I have always wanted to take some classes and thought it might be gentle enough exercise for me to handle.  Well, I found out on Sunday that is not the case.

My wonderful niece S had her hen’s party on Sunday, and what a fun time it was.  I really enjoyed myself.  As part of the afternoon entertainment D, her bridesmaid, had organised a group belly dancing lesson.  It was so much fun and easier than expected but my ‘arthritic’ hip soon let me know it didn’t like me shimmying around.  I was so disappointed but laughter still ensued as my daughters couldn’t resist roping their male cousin N to try the moves.  They always pick on him – and he lets them.  It didn’t hurt that we had all had some alcohol to lessen our inhibitions about making fools of ourselves. 

I wouldn’t be at all surprised if some of the younger ones try some of the moves when they are out clubbing next. 

The second part of the afternoon evening was going to the twilight horse races.

We all had $5 with which to bet as a little competition and I was one of the two that actually came home with money left – a whole $2!!  MD lost all hers on the first race so I gave her $4 to bet on the second.  Somehow she managed to turn that into $90 by the end of the night.  I hadn’t been to the races all the years that the kids were at home and I had forgotten how much fun it is.  You do need to go with a specific betting limit in mind, but even with small $1 or$2 each way bets it is still a fun time. 

Because the focus was on S and rightly so, again it was an outing where I didn’t have to chat to people about much else so again it was a day where the ‘Im fine’ response was sufficient and comfortable. 

Everyone is so looking forward to S’s wedding in a few weeks time.  Her and J are really well matched and will be very happy together.

Apologies to Shakira for nicking her song name for the title of this blog post

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  1. I took classes but never got the hang of it…not the sense of rhythm I was sure I used to have. A month later was when I found out I had an abdomen full of cancer. I blame that for being unable to “find my center”. That’s been my excuse for 5 yrs and I’m sticking with it 😉

    I still have my hip scarf if you want to borrow it!

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  2. Sunday

     /  February 3, 2011

    I’m just Tickled that you bet in a horse named Banshee in my honor!

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