In a bid to keep the flames of passion burning brightly I have propositioned Mrs Under with a fortnightly date night. Every two weeks I will book a baby sitter, take her out and show her a good time. The first rule of Date Night Club – you DO talk about Date Night Club! The second rule of Date Night Club is that restaurants, cinemas and bars are all banned, this is to be an unconventional Date Night. So there you have it, I will be giving you a full disclosure of what we get up to, where we got up to it and whether Mrs Under’s switch was flicked (that sounded like innuendo, it wasn’t).
Date Night – Tuesday 7th May
Venue – Swing Dancing at Copacabana in the so hip it hurts Collingwood with 1929 Studios
Cost – $14 Per Class (the lovely people at 1929 Studios let us come along as guests)
Dress Code – Mr Under- Shirt and pants with lots of room to swing. Mrs Under – A cute polka dot dress cut to the knees
I love film and cinema and one of my favourite films growing up was called Swingers, not that kind of film. The lead guy is an out of work and unlucky in love actor. He finally gets the gal when he blows her away with a hot and steamy swing dance. The very clear message that I took from this film was ‘swing dance and women will fall at your fancy feet’.
Since then I have bagged the gal so tonight was all about showing her a good time. I met Anna all those years ago on the dance floor and it’s fair to say she knows how to move. I on the other hand don’t, I know how to move un-rhythmically and a little awkwardly, tonight I was prepared to take one for the team knowing that she would have a ball.
I picked the good lady up straight from work and greeted her with “fancy a dance?”. We sped over to the other side of town where the cool kids like to play and joined a fairly lengthy queue, swing dancing is very popular it would seem. “Pop your name badge on and join the group”. I don’t like name badges, they infer some sort of socialising, maybe even mingling.
We took our places in the ‘circle of doom’ or ‘impending joy’ depending on whether you asked me or Anna. Our Latin Snake Hipped Instructor took to the stage, you could audibly hear a collective “ooohhh” from the lady-folk. We did a warm up which was lots of fun, but the fact that I found it quite challenging did not bode well for the actual dance steps.
After being taught the correct stance Snake Hips yells “swap partners”, my immediate thought was that this lends itself to some great ‘swinging’ material and my second thought was, oh shit I am going to have to share my incompetence with a room full of female strangers. I have never been speed dating before but I imagine it’s fairly awkward; this was speed dating with dancing thrown in.
It was hard to tell what Anna enjoyed more about the evening, the thrill of dancing and learning and getting dolled up or the thrill of watching me visually display my ownership of two left feet over and over again. I will say that despite my lack of actual ability I had a blast, there is something invigorating about throwing yourself into something that is outside of your comfort zone and emerging relatively unscathed.
Anna giddily ran over to me at the end of the class with a huge smile and a kiss by way of thank you, she enjoyed herself and for a couple of hours forgot that she was a Mum and for that any amount of temporary discomfort is well worth it. Conveniently located outside the studio was a pub and it would have been rude not to finish the evening with a well earned nightcap. Ladies put on your demanding voice and insist that your other half take you out dancing one night, you’ll have a swingingly good time.
The next Date Night Club is already booked in and ready to go and I can’t wait! When was your last date night and what did it entail? #datenightclub