This morning Dr Roo and I got to the big Northern Ireland tent at the Folklife Festival just as the nice lady was starting to teach a new dance. We did it, it was fun - ok, it was a disaster, we were in the idiot set - and it ended, and I was like, ok then, next reel! But no: the lady said, now we're handing it off to Nisha! Turns out the nice Indian lady I'd seen hanging around was not a Smithsonian staffer, as I'd assumed, but one of the presenters. (Ohhhh, they have immigration in Northern Ireland, too....)
She was teaching "Bollywood dancing." Apparently it's all the rage in Northern Ireland these days. She taught us complete routines to two Bollywood songs on a CD. We did lots of shimmying and a little salsa and several moves that involved making our hands into peacocks that talked to each other. She said things like "shake your bum!" and "do yous want to do some more?" It was really, really not what I expected from a dance demonstration representing Northern Ireland, and it was awesome. If somewhat embarrassing - there was a whole audience watching.
I totally did something to my hip on one of the bum-shaking moves. I'm just not that funky in my daily life. I had to take major NSAIDs when I got home.