What's In A Name...(or I'll never be a ballerina!)

Why do gyms like to name their classes with fancy shmancy names that only are pseudonyms for "cardio sculpt", and they just mean you are simply going to go and count the minutes until it's over but you know that you really should be there because you are going to drink several beers and maybe a martini or 2 over the weekend? Friday, my dear friend M. and I went to a class that was called "NIGHT MOVES" at the local CRUNCH. I had called the gym earlier in the day and asked, what exactly is "NIGHT MOVES". The girl told me that it was just a fancy name for "cardio sculpt". So we met at the appointed time to sweat together like good girlfriends should. Alas, we knew something was wrong when the instructer turned out to be a German dancer type that acted a bit like DIETER of Sprockets fame from Saturday Night Live. Something was definitely up when most everyone in the class was able to sit on the floor with their legs spread out in front of them and contort their bodies inside out. It was at this point that M and I got a fit of the giggles and I leaned over and commented that I felt like Edina & Patsy from Ab Fab (One of my all time favorite shows!) It got even worse when we got to the actual NIGHT MOVES part of the class... the dreaded CHOREOGRAPHY. Now it was really obvious that just about everyone in this class was a professional dancer except for maybe a couple of people that only majored in dance in college. This is New York city after all. Home of the Great White Way. OK, I confess that we lasted only a half hour and then pirouetted out of there. We did put in another hour doing our own workouts, but eventually ended up drinking Mojitos at a Cuban joint in midtown. Here's a picture of M after a couple of rounds.