Number 4: Take a Ballet Class

The last time I took a ballet class was in the early 80's but I still remember the five positions, the pliés, the pirouettes and the Grand Jeté...although because of my short legs mine was always more of a Petit Jeté...So I thought, how hard could this be? The short answer: HARD.  

I went with my sweet friend Keri Safran who is so much more than just a pretty face (as you can see above.) We wrote and performed Happy Hour together at the Groundlings and we've been friends since. She told me she started taking ballet lessons the last time I saw her, so I asked if I could tag along. She said no. She said I'd have to take some lower level classes before I could join her in the "big girl class." Or blog about how great her ass looks in leggings. I spent over an whole hour ogling it. IT DOES. 

 I put my outfit together carefully. Black tights, black leotard, pink ballet slippers and LEG WARMERS...Go 80's! The most exciting thing was putting my hair in a bun. I never had long hair as a little girl, which my mother says was because I was always getting food and other things stuck in my hair...so it was just easier to keep it short. For her, anyways. 

We met at The Edge. In hindsight, I probably would have preferred something more subtle and old school like the Debbie Reynolds Dance Studio in the valley but this is where Keri said "it's at." Meaning the teachers work with musical geniuses like Britney Spears and the Backstreet Boys. Our teacher was a 23-year-old Ballet Nazi. She was so tough and intense and kind of angry...but not towards me. I'm not sure if it's because I was so excellent or because I'm what she would call a "lost case." 

It was hard. The bar exercises were fun and great and I followed along fairly well. I used muscles I didn't know existed and was feeling kind of pleased with myself and somewhat confident. Until we hit the floor....oy vey. I couldn't keep up with the jumps and the pirouettes. I got frustrated. I got embarrassed. I got angry. It made me realize how hard I am on myself...I have a lot of tolerance and patience and space for other people to be just how they are, but not me. I have to be perfect and graceful all the time. Well, today I wasn't even close. And quite frankly, it was kind of awesome to try my best and still suck. 

Keri on the other hand, was a ballerina star on the floor; the pirouettes, the jumps...and that ASS in those tights. Yummy. 

Thanks for the humiliation Keri...

Comments

[Marika Cahn]

Thank you!

[karen]

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[Cheap Jordans]

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[Jackie]

You look AWESOME!!