Baker Street, Nelson, British Columbia

Zan and I were kind of uncertain whether to go out, having spent the day shovelling gravel, re-laying a path and climbing a mountain. The usual life of a WWOOFer in British Columbia.
     I showed up to JusDance completely over-dressed. I thought it would be something more akin to a silent disco, but then, waiiit, this is Nelson. Whatever you're expecting, it will turn out to be completely different.
     And so I stood in my skinny jeans, nice top, even wearing mascara, watching people in tank tops and yoga trousers swaying and dancing to music completely unfamiliar to me.
     There are a few important rules to JusDance- No shoes, No speaking, No alcohol. You're encouraged to move around the space a lot and to interact when the 'vibe' is right (very important Nelsonian word there), and, crucially, to dance exactly how you want to, because "ain't no one's lookin".
     In focusing completely on your own body and your connection with the music, and staying only abstractly aware of those around you, you can let yourself go and not concern yourself with little things like other peoples' opinions and looking like a tit. It's like dancing in your bedroom, if your bedroom was a dance studio on Baker Street full of strangers of all ages. It seems like such a great cure for shyness.
     Still, watching the roomful of dancing hippies, I felt more than a little dubious about the concept. I turned to Zan, who was already moving through the room, eyes nearly closed. I decided to give it a go.
     I didn't last five minutes before running home and putting on my pajama trousers.
          And then I ran back. I couldn't have lasted an hour and a half in skinny jeans

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