Last Saturday on a classic rainy Vancouver afternoon, 30 people got up the courage to attend Grown-Up Party’s first ever dance class. Like all the women and man that attended, I didn’t really have an idea what to expect and was a bit nervous.
I knew I was looking for an experience that I haven’t had in a long time and is not easily created on my own. I dance by myself ALL THE TIME in the kitchen, my living room, hell even on the Skytrain. But I wanted to dance and feel connected to others around me.
We all stood around hesitantly for a few minutes, but as our teacher Brittney started the class, I saw the fear melt away. The simple act of warming up in unison by putting our hands up in the air and jumping up and down and being silly immediately put giant smiles on everyone’s faces.
The next two hours were pure booty-shaking-ecstasy. So much laughter, movement, endorphins, empowerment, and some serious sexiness.
But the most surprising bi-product of the class is that when I went home and tried to show Chris my hot moves, the routine did not have the power I felt when doing it with my 29 other classmates. I missed my crew! So although I love the fact that I can bust out my routine to Ciara at any given moment on any given dance floor, the real joy came from doing it during the class with other people. Which means … there will DEFINITELY be more Grown-Up Party dance classes!
Thank you again to all the dancers that came out. For 2 hours I felt a part of something ridiculously fun and special, and I can’t wait to do it again soon.