I attended the Christmas party of the Panaad/New Government Center Body Jam, and because these elegant ladies are bonded with their love for dancing, sure enough, ballroom dancing was not far behind.
I wonder why ballroom dancing has always been given a bad rep? Is it the stories of lonely but moneyed matriarchs who fall prey to their young, debonaire, and agile dance instructors? Is it the tales of broken homes (and pockets!) because of the ladies’ addiction to their nightly sojourns on the dance floor? Or is it the impression that these women seek happiness from chacha and rumba music which they have lost hope in finding in the confines of their twenty-five-year old or so marriage?
So this is my first time to attend the Hataw Ladies’ gathering, and I must sheepishly say that I enjoyed it immensely. The food was great. The organizers were accommodating. And the dancing was A-awesome!
(Pre-party jitters: The party started at 7pm, and with my new-found friend Beth, we were supposed to be there a little after that time, but my once-trusted-now-unreliable FX copped out on us. The clutch suddenly gave in, and I had no choice but to park at the side of a dark street. I called for help (from the Hubby’s rescue boys), so we had to wait for half an hour.
But we had Mentos and loads of getting-to-know stories with us, so no sweat at all.)
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| Photo courtesy of: Tess Cuadra |
I didn’t know how those ladies could be the tireless lionesses on the dance floor, so I danced almost non-stop with them too. Ha, I didn’t want to be shamed by these graceful women who, some of them, are already proud granmas, by not keeping up, did I?
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| Photos courtesy of: Gina Portillo Estopa |
The P300 worth of ballroom dancing sweat was definitely a bargain to be had. So sue me.
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