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?