I have to admit, I was half curious, half horrified when my friend announced that her birthday celebrations would be spent having an evening of pole dancing lessons. Even though we work in the same building, it's pretty huge and her friends are not my friends. Do I really want to bump into people I've barely exchanged words with, let alone know they've seen me gyrating (badly) down a long solid object in what I'd have hoped was a cool, sexual way?
My first dilemma was what to wear. Shorts are best so that your thighs can grip the pole. I opted for leggings. I don't want my wobbly bits out for all to see, let alone being scraped along an unforgiving piece of metal.
I've realised, I transgress. Back to the reason for this review/ story. Pole People. Admittedly, I've only met one representative of Pole People but she was awesome. Funny, gorgeous, patient and very good at putting the 20 or so of us awkward ladies at ease. She taught us how to swing round the pole in a more elegant fashion than my usual drunken attempt, we learnt how to body roll up and down the pole (I say learnt - we know how it's meant to look, doesn't mean we can do it with any grace). In short, what began as a moment of awkwardness, ended with us girlies feeling empowered, sexy and ready to take on the next pole we met! I'd forgotten how good it felt to strut around in heels - let me tell you, it felt good! At £260 for 2 hours with 9 - 25 people, it's pretty reasonable and even with a larger group, everyone gets a good go on the pole.
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