Forty-two seconds of your life you will never get back

So, tap dancing? It is many shades of awesome, is what it is. After the first class, I can't say that I was sold on the idea of spending the next eight Mondays spanking the hardwoods with a bunch of strangers, but after last night's class, where we attempted this quintessential combination made famous by Shirley Temple (apparently, it has no official name), I was smitten. That's not to say I'm some sort of tap dance wunderkind at this stage in the game. I'm actually quite awful, as I frequently lose my balance, and my arms have no idea what to do but flail. Most of the time, I think I look like the Karate Kid doing the crane kick, the way my arms just hang in mid-air when we do shuffle exercises, and I've yet to master some of the simplest steps, but it's cool. Everyone in the class is at the same primordial level of blissfully ungraceful. What I love about tap dance is that if you do any one combination with enough flair and expression, it doesn’t really matter if the steps aren’t perfect. Like, you can kind of fake it so long as you own the moves, you know? With enough practice, the steps will eventually come, so for now, it’s just about having fun. Can’t you just see the glee on my face as I try out my new tap shoes? Yes, I am a dork to the nth degree, and like tap dancing, I make no apologies for it.