Releasing your inner bailarina de salsa....

...while having fun.

There was a restaurant/bar downstairs, and dance "studio" upstairs. My friends and I headed there a couple of days ago to celebrate with another friend.

I had always planned on going salsa dancing, but somehow something always came up. Either we couldn't get all of us to agree on a date, or someone didnt show up.
Once we drove downtown for a one hour class, and spent almost 40 minutes looking for parking.

This time, the stars were aligned in our favor, and so we found ourselves standing in the doorway. Everyone was paired learning what we later found out to be the "basic steps".

We were three girls, without any patners, so we stood on the sidelines cos we didn't want to interrupt the class, and it didnt look like there was space for us.

"alright, switch patners!"

and then the instructor grabbed my hand, and attempted to do the dance with me. clearly he didnt see me walk in just a few minutes ago, and I obviously had no idea what they were doing.

He showed me how to do the dance, and very soon we found ourselves in the middle of the dancefloor with the group. One of my friends graciously accepted to be the "dude".

I didn't think I was going to learn that much, but at the end of the day, I had learnt the basic steps and gotten decent at the other moves the instructor showed us.

This post won't be complete without mentioning this gay dude in the class who kinda sucked. I mean most of us sucked, but this dude was special. There was this step that involved getting into a twist with ur hands and then doing a spin to untwist it (same move pictured above). Everybody he did it with still ended up being twisted at the end. Pretty much the male patner is the lead, and is supposed to direct the flow of the dance, which was why we always ended up being twisted, cos dude wasn't directing nothing!
After I did the move with someone else, who showed me what we were doing wrong, I later rotated and ended up with gay dude, and instead of waiting for him to turn me, i turned myself, and we got it right! you should have seen him literarily squirming with joy. lol!

There was an advanced class dancing right beside us. I was pretty much jealous watching them twist and turn like it was beans. I'm definitely going back to perfect my moves!

After we were done, there was salsa music playing for a while, so you could dance/practice your moves to your heart's content.

I had a great time, watch out for this bailarina.


PS: a couple of nights ago, I was watching Grey's anatomy and someone said something about first base, second base etc. Since guys wont tell, and since there's no consensus on google, I think i should ask you guys. what exactly is third base?

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Bumight's 7 step Ghetto Workout Plan

I've been trying to study for my exams all weekend, so I made myself sparse on blogville. I've been doing a lot of studying at home lately, and that's been working out so-so. The good part is that I actually have a chance to enjoy my house and still get a lot of work done. The bad part is that I end up visiting the fridge every hour or so to snack. you can do the math. I'm sure there are a couple of people like me out there, that need to get their excercise on *or am I delusional?* Anyways, so I did some research, and voila! :

Are you bugged down with work? studying?
hips busting out of your clothes?
Don't have time to go to the gym?
well, bumight got u!

In my last post, webround asked if I had any ideas for guys? well, the workout plan is unisex!

Note: knowledge of the dance steps is ABSOLUTELY crucial to the proper execution and results. so lets get started:

1. Warm up to the cupid shuffle


2. then start with a full body cardio work out as you crank that souljah boy
Work your hamstrings, biceps and triceps



3. Work your hamstrings with the Two Step


4. Tighten those gluts by Pop, Locking and Droping it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=79pLVeePF5w

5. then work on your gluts and hamstrings by Walking it Out

did i mention that it works your shoulder muscles too?

6. For a full body work up, Get silly (I'm not to blame for your head ache!)


7. finish off by Wiping it Down


lol, seriously though. this is fun. lemme know if you try it! plus, you'll be able to throw it down at any southern party! you can thank me when the pounds come off

shout out to Mizchif for making this post possible!

so let's say you were studying...

and you got bored...




then you take a look at your hands, then you suddenly get a bright idea!



and then you reach for the two bottles pictured below, and get to work...

and viola! then you take a moment to admire the work of your hands...

and then you get back to studying!



The End!

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I used to ...

1. Smile
all the time. It was almost like the smile was plastered on my face, like the joker. When walking on the street, random people would ask me what I was smiling about. Nothing, I usually told them. That smile, it always attracted attention. It was a great conversation starter- and a great pick up line too.

In boarding school, I remember being almost punished a couple of times cos I refused to stop smiling. The seniors would call me for no reason and ask me to frown. I only smiled harder. Usually they ended up buying me chin-chin.

For the one year I was in college in Nigeria, in my fellowship, there was no question as to what group/subgroup I was to be placed in. Follow up and Ushering.
Then something happened. I don't even recall losing it, it just wasn't there anymore.
The reality hit me when one of the doctors I worked with over the summer said, "wow! she's smiling. you never smile".
"really?" I asked.
then my pastor said something along those lines, and I knew I had lost my smile.

I'm now consciously working on getting it back.
Now that you've been warned, don't be surprised if you see me smiling sheepishly at you. I don't think you're hot, I'm just trying to get my smile back.


2. be cool
now I'm razz. there, I said it!
you would imagine that when you come to yankee you become "creamer", not in my case. I think I'm razzer than I left naija, I'm still deciding on whom to blame.

My habits, my music selection, I just know. In Nigeria I would never ask for food at a gathering/party. Now, I only go to organizational meetings after I've been assured there'll be food (and good food too) and at parties, I reach for the take-away plate without shame.

I don't think listening to Nigerian music like Asa, Naeto C, P-square even 9ice is razz, but when I'm mouthing off to "Somebody call my name" and intermittently letting out "showky bobo", "sempe!" then we clearly have a problem. I didn't even like daddy showkey in Naija. Gawd! what happened to me?

3. be a lepa.
now I'm handing back my lepa pass in exchange for my orobo tag. This probably deserves a post on its own, but I recently stepped on the scales (since my roommate now has a scale in the house) and the evidence was there. see, I don't usually keep track of my weight, and my clothes have been fooling me. I still fit perfectly into my size 3 jeans and small tops, even though my size 1 jeans are becoming a little tight. So I didn't know how it happened.

Anyways, I just discovered that I've crossed my panic-if-you-get-to-this-weight! weight. Today the scales read 140Ibs. I screamed.
140Ibs might look small, but a couple of years ago it looked so far off. My friends are not helping matters either. My closest friend in school says I need to gain weight, my girlfriends say otherwise, some say I'm ok. the scales insist that I'm 140 Ibs.
I hereby declare that I'm on going on the diet! the thought is laughable, even to me!


you guys wanna share yours?

YES, We did it President OBAMA!

This was my projection for the election! I projected 353, and even if he doesn't pick up all 353 electoral college votes, We did it!

Congratulations, PRESIDENT OBAMA! see you at your inauguration, even if I have to camp out for hours!.

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