Sashes

I started getting nervous when the second class started to run a bit late.  As usual, all my old doubts and concerns started flooding forth - what if I got the time wrong, the date wrong, the venue wrong..?  In a few weeks, I'm going to start using a new venue as a sort of back-up option and suddenly I was nervous that I might have given the address of the new venue instead.

I think the class was about twenty minutes late in getting started, but by the time the girls arrived, I knew it wasn't my fault.  They had simply arrived late and were getting drinks.  I could see out the window, up to the ground level and I saw them all arriving, so was able to relax.

It was another fun class - and this time, the girls were from Aberdeen.  I hate to generalise, but that does often mean a bit more rowdy and a lot more like to ask personal questions.  One of them asked if I was particularly hairy... which, surprised me, since she could see everything there was to see.  It made me regret not having had the money to get waxed recently, though.

Another girl asked if I thought it might be a good idea to start hitting the gym.  A fairly valid point, I suppose.  I'm inclined to view myself as lean and athletic, but there are definitely people who would prefer to use the word "scrawny" instead.  Perhaps I really should join a gym and try to get a bit bulkier.

The girls all had sashes in the second group, and so I borrowed one of them and spent most of the class wearing it.  I had to remember to give it back, when the class concluded.

I made sure to warn the girls that they should conceal the sashes if they ended up drinking in the Grassmarket - which was their plan for later that evening.  Someone mentioned that there were pubs in that area that welcomed Hen and Stag parties.  This is true, but those pubs are off the edge of the Grassmarket and heading up to Lothian Road - and probably not the kind of places they'd want to visit.

When pressed for details, I told them that those pubs tended more towards small, seedy, strip clubs.  In fact, that area is generally known as Edinburgh's "Pubic Triangle".  It was an American girl who told me that.