Dancing for Laughter

Anyone who knows me knows I strive to be a Jazzercise fanatic, in spite of a schedule that limits my classes to four a week. Part of my obsession is the dancing. Because I'm over 50 and live in a small town, the most dancing I do outside of Jazzercise is in my living room with the blinds closed. Another part though is the people, gals of all ages and professions.

A Jazzercise friend over 70 sends me vegetarian recipes complete with pictures. Because of her, I have a "go-to" black bean torte recipe for cold nights and made a delicious "Baby" for the first time! During a break, I'm planning to back a vegetable pie that looks beautiful upside and down.

Yesterday a couple other Jazzercise friends and I were talking about wardrobe malfunctions. I'd had a particularly busy day so was still wearing my work jewelry when I arrived, and one of the earrings flew off during a dance. After class I put the earrings in a glove and fumbled with a safety pin holding a sweater together. It fell several times before a Jazz gal picked it up and closed it, offering to share it with the class for one of those bad days we all have. I told about a day I fell while carrying a box and split my skirt. The only tool available was a stapler, so I stapled it closed. Another gal told about stapling a hem. But the most fun erupted when someone else told about a malfunction at a friend's graduation. I won't go into detail just in case, but the story brought up a Katherine Hepburn scene from Bringing Up Baby. 

Thank you, Jazzercise!