I decided to haul my lazy ass in for BodyJam this week, expecting the usual instructor who takes Funk to take us for BodyJam. Turns out an instructor from Richmond came down instead.
I spent the entire lesson giggling as opposed to dancing because I had to learn the QUEENEST dance ever complete with flicks, madonna moves and parting imaginary curtains before clawing in a most seductive-but-disco manner.
If you don't understand what I mean, watch an episode of Queer as Folk.
I'm off to Hunter Valley on work next week. Cheese for Gerri, wine for the house, and Krispy Kremes by the tonne for everyone else. Sounds good?
Listening to- Fiona Apple Criminal