This morning I taught my first step and sculpt classes as an employee of New York Sports Club.
I taught in a really tight t-shirt and cutoff jeans.
The CDs I used had the following songs on them:
Love Potion #9
Eye Of The Tiger
Halfway Around The World
Only In My Dreams
You Were Always On My Mind
Lay All Your Love On Me
9 To 5
I Will Survive
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough
How Will I Know
It’s Raining Men
Unbreak My Heart
Let’s Hear It For The Boy
Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina
My Heart Will Go On
Everybody Dance Now
You’d think it wasn’t possible to be gayer, wouldn’t you?
Well, you’d be wrong.
Because I rollerbladed to the gym and back.
I think the only way to be gayer would have been to actually sing Streisand showtunes as a breathing exercise during class.
Oh, my God, I’m totally doing that next time.
Do you think it would be possible for you to post your blog in something other than 6 font size?? I have to get out my magnifying glass to read the damned thing!
Are you male or female? You gay one.
Step class with showtunes? My boyfriend will be there in a second. Faustus, please make this happen. PLEASE.
So when does the DVD come out?
Well, it would only be gayer if you used a mic to teach class and secretly pretended you were Madonna. 🙂
So how did it go? Were they gentle?
You’re the Queen of Gayness, honey. I almost feel straight in comparison!
Apparently you’re so gay it opened a time warp to the 80s!
a) I love Tim’s comment, and I can visualize it so clearly–Faustus as Madonna–just when you thought it couldn’t get any better.
b) When I first started reading/posting, I was intimidated by the incisive wit and sparkling brilliance of the other commenters. Now I see that there are random schlubs as well (“are you male or female”? puh-lease–a lady competitor for the “gayest person ever” title would be outdoors, probably training for the Iron Man Triathlon–certainly not prancing about to “Dancing Queen”), so I am no longer intimidated.
Whether this is good news or bad news, you will have to judge for yourself… at least you have the power of deletion.
Wow, what a great collection of energy and cool-down…
It was funny as I was reading this that you seemed to be reading my mind as I said, “Oh Faustus, the only thing gayer than this would be roller disco,” and then I read your comment on rollerblading to the gym and back and nearly peed in my pants. Oh, by the way, doll, you left out one of the best little workout songs of the late 70s, “The Main Event” by Barbra. How could you do a gay playlist without Barbra?
I don’t know, I think I’d replace the “Ghostbusters” with something by Tammy Fae. But then, I am a Southerner.
That is awesome.