A new class; the healing experience!

My co-worker asked me several weeks ago if I'd be interested in taking a class with her: Belly Dance.  At the time I felt I was game for anything that would take me out of my ho-hum existance, so I said "yes".  I kept the date in the back of my mind.  I told a friend that I would be taking this class weeks prior to the date.  He seems to hang out quite a bit at the golf course and the class was to be held at the Clubhouse there.  He mentioned, laughingly, that maybe he'll run into me there!  I felt silly I mentioned it!  I thought what a thing to mention!!...a belly dance class, ha! 
On Wednesday around 4ish, my co-worker asked me if we were meeting at the Clubhouse.  I had hoped she had forgotten about the class, but oh shucks, she hadn't!  I agreed to meet her there at 6:45.  I went home, with a few texts and calls about dinner menu with the kids on the way.  Dinner was prepped and served quickly.  In the middle of the process of creating a delicious meal I informed kids I would be attending a class.  Boy, they were so surprised!  They encouraged me eventho my daughter did not want to participate with me.  I decided to change clothing to go "workout".  I left with plenty of time, it was strange....I have not taken a class or gone to the gym in years!  I have not made time for me.  I hoped the class was cancelled on my way there.  As I got to the Clubhouse I noticed there was one car parked in lot.  I thought I better go check it out and wait for my friend to show up before I left, being that I was sure class was cancelled.  I walked in and I was the first "student" there.  The teacher, a very nice lady, asked me if I had pre-enrolled.  She said there was quite a class coming in!  I filled in the enrollment form and paid the forty dollars.  As I paced the floor for a few minutes the class (students) started to trickle in.  By then I had figured out that I was not going anywhere!  I started to feel a little unprepared for the class when a few of the ladies took out their "jingles" (that's what I call them) and tied their thingys around their waists.  The jingles helped set the mood for class.