We're learning how to do mini-mini choreographies in dance class.
At the end of our little routines we pose - supposed to look like an elegant cabaret-style belly-dancer.
Apparently I've got some kind of bipolarbear gene. One of my classmates was cracking up as my final pose tonight (as she demonstrated it) looked like a rock and roll tribute show pose (that I'm pretty sure I've learned from a bpb pic).
So I cracked up.
And then the panhandler outside the studio told us we were having too much fun again.
