:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Thursday, September 16, 2004 ::

boogaloo

My. Entire. Body. Aches.

Even my hair follicles hurt. I'm running a high temperature and I've been bedridden all day. The only things I've been able to eat are bananas and chicken soup. So what do I decide to do at 9pm tonight? Why, get back into poppin & lockin classes, of course.

After being away from the game for the past 8 months, I'd finally decided earlier this week to start taking classes again. I just never thought I'd be stupid enough to start on the same day a severe cold/flu has taken over my body.

So after the trek up to Central Park South, I sat in on my first class taught by Jazzy Jay. Hoping the classes would be a bit more challenging than the beginner level classes my former instructor, Popmaster Fabel, taught, I went in thinking I'd be able to get back into the swing of things with minimal difficulty. Fuck, I was in for a rude awakening.

This guy had us going full speed from the opening beat. He even had us doing push-ups at one point during warmups! My internal monologue during those first 20 mintues basically went like this:

"Dude, what have you gotten yourself into?! You should be in bed - NOT trying to dance pathetically with a fever. If you keep this up, you're going to kill yourself. Sal, listen to me - is this really how you want to die?".

I couldn't keep up with everyone else, especially with my head congested and my body filled with drugs. But I'll admit that it felt pretty damn good to be back in it, despite my rustiness shining through. And by the end of the hour and a half of class, my entire shirt was drenched with sweat - even my pants, particularly in the butt region. The entire subway ride home people kept staring at me like I'd pissed my pants.

I'm full of bright ideas.

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