Here There Be Dancers

One of my favorite moments of every week...

I gather up my sweaty, nasty BJJ stuff from the locker room and huck my Mary Poppins carpet bag filled with all the bling and fringe for class. I turn out lights and do last minute administrivia. And the sound carries through the walls, reverberating through the fist-clenching, break-falling, choke-outing halls. For a moment, it drowns out the echoes of kiyais still perched in the air...

The sound of cackling women.

Here there be Dancers. The post-class cluck-fest has officially taken hold.