I'm learning to belly dance. Okay, that's totally overstating it. I'm wiggling to music in what is labeled a belly dancing class. I've found that I enjoy the constant movement, manipulating my limbs and taking any excuse I can to be silly. But more fun than the belly dancing is the instructor. She loves this stuff. Her eyes light up when she enters the room, her voice changes pitch, and she hops around throwing out euphemisms that make even the bravest people blush.