Although I always thought taking dance lessons before the wedding would be fun, I quickly brushed it off assuming Mr. Buck would have no interest. He surprised me when he brought up the idea approximately two months before the wedding. His biggest concern was the high school sway—which we have perfected up until this point in our life. He, of course, naturally assumed he would be burdened by two left feet. I did some research and decided to use Barbara’s Dancing Tonight in Davis, California. I found her prices to be reasonable and she was willing to customize different packages for exactly the type of instruction you want.
As it turns out, even though I had been a cheerleader for years growing up and performed in many theatrical plays, apparently I had somehow lost that talent. While I wasn’t a terrible dancer, I was, in fact, a slow learner. Mr. Buck on the other hand was incredibly coordinated and a very quick learner. We decided to keep our dance lessons a secret so that we could surprise everyone at the wedding—mainly his family who would never in a million years think he would do dance lessons. He is a baseball player, hunter…manly man. And apparently a pretty sweet foxtrottin’ machine as well.
I wrote a while back about my concerns of trying to dance to a song that is really neither slow nor fast. I am glad we decided to take lessons because we were able to learn the foxtrot, which is perfect for “Better Together” by Jack Johnson.
A quick yet funny side story before I move on. The night before the wedding, we were at the hotel and we were both very nervous about our impending dance. We felt as though we needed to practice a few more times until we felt more confident. I secretly asked the hotel if we could borrow one of their meeting rooms to practice in. (Hi, I’m the bride, please don’t say no. Insert cheesy yet impressive smile here.) They agreed, but asked that we make sure the furniture was moved back into place should we move it. Well, they gave us the smallest meeting room ever, so we did have to move the furniture around.
More important to this story, though, is that our friends and family had no idea where we were. They kept calling and texting us, but the problem was the only way we had to practice with music was with our iPhone. Which means every time they called us, we had to stop and then start again. Apparently, they all started cracking jokes about where the heck we were.
Luckily we were able to get some practice in and boost our confidence level. We just played cool to our family and friends and told them not to worry as to where we were. Of course the next day when we broke out or sweet moves, they put two and two together.
We did surprise our families and our guests and had a great time enjoying our first dance, the foxtrot.
Did you decide to take lessons for your first dance?
*Photos by Martin’s Photography