IN HIP HOP NEWS: Holy shit, Batman. Last night’s Hip Hop class was ROUGH. Ms. Represent had us dropping to the floor, then rolling, then popping back up, all in four counts! Christ, my hip! My knees! My wrists! Even the twenty-one year olds in class were dragging. Ms. Represent had us doing the combination over and over and over and OVER again. I’m thinking about breaking out my rollerblading wrist guards and knee pads for next class.
We’re going to spend the next few classes cleaning it up. You can imagine how it looks right now—just a lot of old people rolling around the floor like drunks. It needs a megadose of attitude with a dash of badass. It IS hip hop after all. But despite all the pain and agony it was Da Bomb! I had so much freaking fun! Can you believe I actually toyed with the idea of giving up hip hop to concentrate on ballet? I know. Ludacris.
IN BALLET NEWS: I enrolled in a second class! The new studio is a LOT closer to my house, maybe a 7-minute drive as opposed to the 30 minute one-way commute I now spend going to and from my home studio. Plus the new one is run by Russians! Hellayeah! No one I respect more in the ballet world except for maybe the French. For my first class tonight at the new place I’m going to wear my very new, very traditional ballet outfit: black leotard, black skirt, pink tights. I even have my hair in a ballet bun. Till tomorrow!
