I wish I could dance.
I know that sounds strange. And it has nothing to do with my honeymoon at all. It's the TV show that I got sucked into halfway through the season last season and have been watching all of this season.
So You Think You Can Dance.
I love it.
I miss dance.
I took ballet, tap, and jazz for 14 years. Yes. 14.
But it's been ages now... and I have a love/hate relationship with dance shows. I love this one though. LOVE it. And hate it a little because I'm too old to be on it. Or try to be on it. Or really to do that kind of dancing anymore. I know, I'm only 33... but I used up my allotment of knee usage already. They creak. Seriously. When I go up the three flights of stairs home, they make noise. But I was a catcher for many years (still am on occasion) and all that dance didn't help either.
Anyway, I DVR the show every week and I'm slightly behind. I watched two weeks ago's shows last night... and you better believe I'll be watching last week's shows in the next couple days.
And yesterday I emailed a dance company in town to get information... they offer an adult ballet class. I still have my pointe shoes!
Maybe I can dance.
ps. I'll write about my honeymoon later. : )