Don't be shy girl go bananza, shake ya body like a belly dancer
What’s more fun than going home and taking a shower after your track meet?
Belly dancing of course!
The fun began when Ruthie and I left the track meet last night for better things around 9. We found ourselves at the Union where the Arab Student Association was sponsoring a Belly Dancing Bananza. Despite the fact that our muscles were already immersed in lactic acid we decided to dance through the pain and enjoy the experience.
We began with basic hip movements, and as we learned how to detach our hips from the rest of our body we slowly realized that belly dancing was much harder than it appeared. While it may just look like grinding, this actually involved more complicated coordination and skill. And, it bloody hurt!
What added to this experience was the fact that no guys were allowed. So we left self-conciousness at the door and allowed ourselves to dance the night away for our own pleasure.
When we finally decided that we had had enough and our legs could no longer handle the pain, we decided to call it a night. As we walked out the door we smiled with satisfaction at having spent such a great time immersing ourselves in another culture through their dance.
Shivani Khanna