We positively galloped through the routine last night, determined to complete it and to see it off in style as this is the last week of term.
Like the thoroughbreds that they are, the troupe cantered through each piece of the routine, with no refusals (although there were some slightly mutinous pouts when it came to the boa routine, which involves rolling around on the floor and, sometimes, getting inadvertently bondaged in one's boa).
It was a positive triumph.
But sweaty.
And a bit hot.
And sweaty.
Did we mention the whole sweatiness thing?
Hmm.
Still, what could be nicer than having a slippery showgirl slide through one's fingers, eh?
See you for class in September, showgirls, and for frolics before then.
Yours, airing our furbelows (whatever they may be),
Burlicious x
18 Jul 2019
11 Jul 2019
Recapturing our youth
One of the lovely things about a Wednesday night class is the opportunity it affords us to be a bit daft and to decompress a tad in the middle of what can otherwise be a hectic, demanding or stressful week for many of us.
The dancing helps.
The laughter and the daftness help even more.
And we can use the standard of our humour as a reliable barometer of how tough the week is being. At the moment, we are finding ourselves crackingly funny at a level of humour that is definitely for the playground. We're delighting in a whole load of innocent cock jokes that would bring a frown to our face if we heard a seven year old say them.
Even so, it surprised us last night when the Sparkly Bra Pixie found on the hall floor a lone scrap of paper. In newsprint on one side it said "obscene". In highlighter pen on the other side it said "weird".
Nope, we've no idea either. It absolutely can't be anything to do with us.
Yours, letting ourselves down,
Burlicious x
The dancing helps.
The laughter and the daftness help even more.
And we can use the standard of our humour as a reliable barometer of how tough the week is being. At the moment, we are finding ourselves crackingly funny at a level of humour that is definitely for the playground. We're delighting in a whole load of innocent cock jokes that would bring a frown to our face if we heard a seven year old say them.
Even so, it surprised us last night when the Sparkly Bra Pixie found on the hall floor a lone scrap of paper. In newsprint on one side it said "obscene". In highlighter pen on the other side it said "weird".
Nope, we've no idea either. It absolutely can't be anything to do with us.
Yours, letting ourselves down,
Burlicious x
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