first saturdays (a review)

so we went to the brooklyn museum of art for the monthly free walk thru.

after dolling ourselves up nicely, i can say so myself, we arrived to little parking options and cold ass weather.

once inside the musuem, we rushed to the 3rd floor for a go at the free tango lessons. the ballroom sized room was packed with beginners tripping over each other and skipping thru an imaginary maze. we were intimadated. so much so - we retreated into the exhibit room to take a peek at the egyptian art.

amari saw her very first mummy. and so did i.

it was freaky as hell. that's when the guy started playing tour guide and hip'd us to the reason for the small size of the dead. "they were really young" he offered. citing king tut and even napoleon.

within an hour we decided to head back to the ballroom to conquer our fear. nothing had changed. there were still bodies propelling themselves within the confines of a museum's ballroom at a speed unchartered. we decided to become a part of the madness.

let's just say my new boots *which were warm and flyy* and his savvy looks weren't spared from the embaressment that is offbeat. we scuffled around like maniacs leaving even my 8 year old laughing with pink glee. she thought we looked off key. and said so before running to sit down with my belongings to play patty cake with another lil' girl.

but we tried. and it was fun. so - so what if i can't tango, i'm a writer for goodness sakes.

next month: ballroom dancing :)