Take a look at these bad girls.
|Photoshopped to hide the shaky hand movement.|
I had my first pole dance fitness class tonight, courtesy of iCandy Studio in Rohnert Park. It was fun, except for the part where we had to hula hoop. I am apparently lacking the gene that enables you to keep a hula hoop on your hips. I did not feel very sexy with a hoop clattering to the ground every three twirls, or my ass sticking out into the air while I bent down to pick it up twenty-odd times. I kind of want my money back for that portion of the class.
The rest was fun. I got some serious pole burn on my arm, too.
Also, I got my eyebrows waxed. I wish they could look this good all the time.