We started learning a mambo routine in our lesson with Eddie today. The mambo is going to be our nemesis, at least for a while. I understood “on2″ when Johnny Castle explained it. For that matter, I understand it when Eddie explains it. Then the music comes on, the tempo is INSANE, and we are both struggling to keep up. But it’ll come. Rome not built in a day, etc. Eddie, you see, used to be world professional mambo champion. Asking him to teach the mambo is like asking Daniel to root for the Canadiens.
I had to tell Eddie that he is not allowed to put that “conga drum motion on my butt” thing in our routine. Not that Daniel wouldn’t like it (heehee) but it’s…a little objectifying, don’t you think? I explained to the gentlemen that “this is what you get when a feminist does the mambo.” Already I have to learn to shimmy convincingly and with a straight face. My objection to the shimmy is not so much ideological as psychological. I don’t think of myself as the shimmy type. I will after this, I suppose. Meanwhile, Daniel has concluded that a half-hour of mambo a day will take care of any worries he has about excess weight. Who knew dancing was such a source of self-improvement?