food...
drinks...
gifts...
...and then we attempt to make the bride do all sorts of random acts in public with the intention of embarrassing her on her last night as a single woman. Sounds fun, right?
But this party was a little different. We all embarrassed ourselves. It was actually very educational. We took a class. A dance class of sorts...OK it was a pole dancing class! The minute I got the invitation I knew this was something I had to try. Then I told my husband what I was going to do
and he laughed...
hysterically.
And then he told me I would probably hurt myself. He knows me well.
I took into consideration what one might wear to a pole dancing class. It said "dress comfortable". Basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Done.
Ok, not really, I chose some gaucho pants and a tank top. Then I considered the fact that I might be flailing myself in awkward positions and I didn't want to face the possibility of anything falling out, flying up, or slipping down. So I put a shirt under my tank...so everything would be in place, or hidden at least...problem solved.
Upon arriving to the class we found the "pole forest" and mirrors on 3 of the 4 walls.
REALLY?
Because there is nothing that I would like more than to watch myself spin, dance and heave myself around a pole from EVERY possible angle.
Here is the maid of honor and bride before the class started.
In my head I pictured the teacher would be some ex-stripper who would be wearing some outrageous outfit like a maid costume with 4 inch heels and dollar bills hanging out of every...umm...yeah. But I was wrong, thankfully. She was actually very cute and very nice and energetic...like the energizer bunny, but instead of a drum she had a pole.
She taught us to shake our booties...although I couldn't for the life of me get mine to shake without my thighs shaking as well.
*Note to self- might be time for a thigh-master.
We learned some dance moves and some moves on the pole that I still have nightmares about. I felt a little awkward at first, but then I named my pole Johnny Depp and it suddenly became a little easier. It was a lot of fun, and a great workout. Then we took a break and I ate on of these...
Then after we resumed the class and I started shaking and spinning again I immediately regretted the cookie.
Overall the bachelorette party was a blast. We laughed at ourselves and swore to each other that we would not post any pictures or videos of our "dancing" on MyFace or SpaceBook, or YouTube, or Twitter, or Blogs. :) But here are some pictures of our teacher doing some very advanced moves.
***Disclaimer- she is a professional, do not try this at home...
if you have a pole at home anyway,
which if you do I don't want to know. Thanks.
OH MY!
Here are my friends!
I did have one friend take a video of me doing one of the moves on the pole, but only so I could show my husband. So I showed him...
and he laughed...
hysterically.
Then I erased the video, threw my camera away, and set the trash on fire. Just to be safe.
gifts...
...and then we attempt to make the bride do all sorts of random acts in public with the intention of embarrassing her on her last night as a single woman. Sounds fun, right?
But this party was a little different. We all embarrassed ourselves. It was actually very educational. We took a class. A dance class of sorts...OK it was a pole dancing class! The minute I got the invitation I knew this was something I had to try. Then I told my husband what I was going to do
and he laughed...
hysterically.
And then he told me I would probably hurt myself. He knows me well.
I took into consideration what one might wear to a pole dancing class. It said "dress comfortable". Basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Done.
Ok, not really, I chose some gaucho pants and a tank top. Then I considered the fact that I might be flailing myself in awkward positions and I didn't want to face the possibility of anything falling out, flying up, or slipping down. So I put a shirt under my tank...so everything would be in place, or hidden at least...problem solved.
Upon arriving to the class we found the "pole forest" and mirrors on 3 of the 4 walls.
REALLY?
Because there is nothing that I would like more than to watch myself spin, dance and heave myself around a pole from EVERY possible angle.
Here is the maid of honor and bride before the class started.
In my head I pictured the teacher would be some ex-stripper who would be wearing some outrageous outfit like a maid costume with 4 inch heels and dollar bills hanging out of every...umm...yeah. But I was wrong, thankfully. She was actually very cute and very nice and energetic...like the energizer bunny, but instead of a drum she had a pole.
She taught us to shake our booties...although I couldn't for the life of me get mine to shake without my thighs shaking as well.
*Note to self- might be time for a thigh-master.
We learned some dance moves and some moves on the pole that I still have nightmares about. I felt a little awkward at first, but then I named my pole Johnny Depp and it suddenly became a little easier. It was a lot of fun, and a great workout. Then we took a break and I ate on of these...
Then after we resumed the class and I started shaking and spinning again I immediately regretted the cookie.
Overall the bachelorette party was a blast. We laughed at ourselves and swore to each other that we would not post any pictures or videos of our "dancing" on MyFace or SpaceBook, or YouTube, or Twitter, or Blogs. :) But here are some pictures of our teacher doing some very advanced moves.
***Disclaimer- she is a professional, do not try this at home...
if you have a pole at home anyway,
which if you do I don't want to know. Thanks.
Here are my friends!
I did have one friend take a video of me doing one of the moves on the pole, but only so I could show my husband. So I showed him...
and he laughed...
hysterically.
Then I erased the video, threw my camera away, and set the trash on fire. Just to be safe.
On the drive home I guess I was too busy coming up with stripper names for myself in case I ever decide to make a career change and I realized I was out of gas...
This isn't the first time this has happened to me so I quickly checked my car to see how many miles I had until I was empty...
Notice it says "Distance to Empty **** miles". Awesome.
I had a slight panic attack since I was in the middle of nowhere at 11:00 at night, but luckily I cruised to a gas station. Whew!
Just another day in the crazy life!
Andrea
This isn't the first time this has happened to me so I quickly checked my car to see how many miles I had until I was empty...
Notice it says "Distance to Empty **** miles". Awesome.
I had a slight panic attack since I was in the middle of nowhere at 11:00 at night, but luckily I cruised to a gas station. Whew!
Just another day in the crazy life!
Andrea
Good blog, good times Parker!! Thanks for blogging about our "wild" night hanging out in the "pole forest"!!! :)
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