Hip-hop don't stop, be my lifesaver...

Tonight, I went to class with my friend Jenny, aka Jada or Jen-Rocka. As usual, was tons of fun. Not only because of the dancing, but because I haven't seen this chick in hells a long. We both teach, so we bounce over to the city to take classes together so that we can beef up our skills. Man, it's fun being a student. Learning new techniques and challenging yourself. The class I go to is the best, and it pushes me to do better. It's taught by Alan at Dancer Mission in the City, and he is an amazing dancer and choreographer, and I am happy to call a friend too. Tonight, we did such a fun and energetic routine, I almost forgot I have asthma... almost... haha. I like going to class with a buddy because we can support and help out one another when we get stuck and lost. Don't get me wrong, there are some really cool and helpful folks in class (which doesn't happen often), but then again, there are the cutesy girly cliques that linger. Like in any class, there are always gonna be the girls and guys that come to class as if there is some video or talent scout for Usher waiting downstairs. How some of those girls can dance in full on make-up, tight low-rise jeans, is beyond me. Props for holding it down, but it seems a bit much. I have been watching a lot of videos lately for project at my work, and some of the dancing... hmmm... I wish they could be a bit more creative. You can only get by on gyrating for so long. But oh well, the classes I go to and the dancers I have the opportunity to perform with shows that there is still hope and creativity left.