Two left feet and no rhythm

Jake found a YouTube video for beginner salsa dancing and announced we were having “culture night” in our living room. I should have known this was going to be a disaster when he moved the coffee table and I immediately tripped over the rug.

Two left feet and no rhythm

Turns out there’s a reason people take actual classes for this stuff. Jake kept trying to lead me through these spins that looked simple enough on the screen, but somehow I kept ending up facing the wrong direction or stepping on his feet. The instructional video made it look so smooth and effortless - we looked like we were fighting with invisible opponents.

We lasted maybe twenty minutes before collapsing on the couch in a fit of laughter.

Post-dancing reality check on the couch.

Jake’s convinced we just need more practice, but I’m thinking maybe we should stick to activities that don’t require coordination. Though I have to admit, watching him try to explain the “basic step” while demonstrating with his arms was pretty entertaining.

Next week he wants to try cooking Thai food. At least if we mess that up, we can order pizza.