Samba and an office chair
I have had a breakthrough: I enjoyed a dance class. That’s right.
Each Wednesday Guanabara holds a free samba class, followed by a live band. Initially this seemed like a really, really bad idea. Firstly, the bar is the sort that bans trainers and serves two for one Sex on the Beach. Secondly, the class takes place on the dance floor in the centre of the room, surrounded by happy hour drinkers. I was prepared for a disastrous evening.
But it was fun, I tell you. Actual fun. It wasn’t like normal dance classes. I don’t enjoy being a one-woman calamity in a room full of people who know what they’re doing, I can’t learn a routine, and I don’t much care for mirrored walls.
It’s different at Guanabara. People just join in for a bit of fun, getting up from their table to shimmy and wiggle while the ice melts in their mojito. There’s none of that Pineapple Dance studio preening and prancing. You can sit down and drink something colourful and sticky when it all gets too complicated. It’s a freestyle dance so there are no routines to learn, only some steps to try out.
I went with a friend, who told me that this is how dancing is in Brazil – freestyle, open to anyone, entertainment over exercise. Just as it should be, I think.
So that’s a thumbs-up from me.
In other news, here’s a way to practise some samba moves from your desk. I’ve invented a new game: “Beyonce office chair”. The objective is to move your chair in little circles with just your bottom, while your upper body stays in the same place. Yeah, I should probably just do some work.