Folk Dancing and Failures

Thursday night I was invited to a night club that hosts Hungarian Folk Dance lessons twice a month. It was really cool and hot at the same time. Hot in the sense that there were about 200 people in a room spinning their hearts out and being very sweaty, not like hot in the sexy sense. Hungarian Folk Dancing is not sexy.

The club had one smaller area where they had instructors teaching the more complicated Hungarian partner dances... It looked crazy hard but it was fun to watch.

The bigger area, where we attempted to follow the steps of the person in front of us, had easier dances that I were apparently not "real" Hungarian dances but they were from another region thus much easier. You know what isn't easy? Spinning your partner for four minutes as you go around in a circle together. It was very, very, very tiring but a lot of fun. Out of the four hours that we spent learning dances I understood two. I think I lost my sense of rhythm on a surgery table in Alberta.

I don't think we would have a Canadian equivalent where young adults get together to learn something in a bar. The only time I have seen Canadians participate in any sort of group dance is maybe when The Cha Cha Slide comes on it the bar... Slide to the right... Cha Cha now y'all. We are an embarrassing group of people lacking in culture.

So this week I also failed quite a few times:

• I lit the microwave on fire trying to melt nuttela to dip my apple in (I think it was a sign to just eat an apple without dipping it in chocolaty goodness)
• I called the Hungarian police looking for the internet company and may or may not have asked them why my internet wasn't working.
• I was sent to so many counters at the post office that was the middle of nowhere I cried in public (Krista - your presents were on a shelf behind the first counter the WHOLE time).
• I bought margarine instead of cream cheese.

I successfully got a haircut. Win!