Today was the last day of Hip-Hop (with a touch of Jazz) class at Lakeland Community College.  Back in January, I reluctantly joined the class because I have a serious case of FOMO (fear of missing out).  I knew I wasn’t really going to enjoy it, but if my besties were doing it, I would at least give it a shot.

I gave it 2 shots, actually, before I decided enough was enough and I could be productive and spend my Thursday nights writing songs (playing on the internet) instead.  It was not hip-hip and it was not good, but I’m not going to rag on it in this blog.  To hear my true feelings, you have to ask me in person.

Tonight I joined Elyse’s parents and some other ‘audience’ members in watching the last performance of the class.  I took some pictures and loads of great video to document such a momentous occasion.  *side bar* The look of disgust on Jen’s face when she realizes I’m filming is priceless ** 

This was the most fun I have had in that studio.  It was 100 times more rewarding for me to watch them then to actually participate.  Now, to be fair, these moves were not quite hip-hop and less than complex, but the whole thing found a way to get to my heart parts.  This is when I thank my overly observant mind and XL emotion bank. They did it.  They learned a dance for 8 weeks and were making the best of it.  I couldn’t stop smiling while watching them dance, laugh, and let go.  It seems so silly, but all I wanted to do was give them squeeze-the-poop-out-of-you hugs and tell them how much I enjoyed the night. 

It was a moment.  Something so simple that I will never forget.  It was well worth the $60 sign-up fee.

These are my friends.  Jen, Lora, (me) and Elyse celebrating my 23rd b-day.  They are the best life has to offer.