Aqua

So "the party" has hit the water. My local pool has been advertising aqua zumba for a while. I'm not sure what is more alarming:

- I will probably been pulled to rescue after five minutes as I'm not the most proficient swimmer and I look like I'm drowning when I attempt zumba on dry land or

- the fact that I've been eagerly anticipating the class since they put the poster up. Literally foaming at the mouth excited.

Perhaps I need to find more parties to go to.

Dance! Dance! Pants!

I like to dance.

I have a tasty little repertoire of tried and true moves, mostly learnt from aerobics Oz Style, Zumba and Video clips from the nineties - all executed with the grit and determination of not putting Baby in the corner.

A couple of years ago I caught El Guincho and danced so vigorously I couldn't walk up stairs for a few days following.

They make such infectiously toe tapping beats, I've since included a couple tracks in my running playlists. Sure I'm not any closer to being an Olympic Champion, but I am certain they make me slightly more quick footed. Like a Tiger.

El Guincho in NYC

They're back in town and playing tonight. Olay!

Besides being such an audible treat, they're worth seeing play as they resemble a Spanish version of Flight of the Conchords - kooky, bizarre, endearing! Plus you're guaranteed to carry home a bucket of your own sweat.