Now that it is Fall and it’s getting darker earlier, it is time to be playing racquetball! Yeah! Considering that I just picked up the sport last year, I’m excited to start again. I definitely still suck at the game, I just can’t seem to grasp the concept that the WALL WILL ALWAYS WIN! And also this whole flicking of the wrist thing, it is the total opposite of tennis. Sigh, you learn tennis and then have to unlearn it in order to play racquetball. Why me? Bob does enjoy playing against me though because he can beat me and proceeds to gloat about it. Really, Bob, you shouldn’t gloat, you will one day get your comeuppance.

Last night, Bob and I attended our first intermediate ballroom/latin combo class. It was not a pretty sight. During our beginning dance class, we both thought we were hotshots, doing our basic box steps, crossovers, promenades, etc. Hell, the basic steps did not even exist anymore in this class! I mean, COME ON, that’s ALL we knew how to do! I think from the moment we walked into the class, we knew we were in way over our heads. You saw women and men with dance shoes on (the men had heels on, you know, the little ones), notepads to write down the steps, even camcorders to record the class. After about two hours of turning, stepping, gliding and twinkling, I think we got two moves down. After all my griping, though, I had a great time. It’s really a fun class. Sure, we probably look like the most awkward couple, but, hey, as long as we’re having fun, who cares?