The one where I go to a dance class

So tonight, I went to a dance class. An actual, proper, adult, choreographed dance class. Zumba, this was not.

Now don't get me wrong, I love me some Zumba. In fact, I love any kind of dancing. Which is why I suddenly realise how strange it is that it's taken me this long to go to a legit dance class as an adult. 

I went to a class called MTV Dance at Dance Glasgow, which is basically learning choreography to the kinda songs you would see played on repeat on music channels. This week it was Cheryl's Crazy Stupid Love. Yes, in all honesty I was a bit shit. The girl in front of me was all kinds of slinky and sexy and I was a bit wheezy and robotic, but you know what? I loved it. 

Best £5 I've spent, and I'm going back next week. Squee!