"Give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle"

This tap class is so very fun. We're now at the point where we're learning a combination of steps to the song "Razzle Dazzle" (sung by Richard Gere) from the Chicago soundtrack. It's so shmaltzy! I feel like I should be dancing in a top hat and fishnets instead of my too-small, wrinkly yoga pants and various faded tank tops. It's like some sort of twisted, amateur cabaret. I love it! KK, the instructor, has us doing the silliest, goofiest moves, such as seven flaps in a circle with arms outstretched and total jazz hands. We also do a flap-ball-change, flap-ball-change, pivot, pivot move that I like to embellish with a little pop of the hip at the top of each pivot, because I am a dork who feels compelled to ham it up in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
The first week, KK kept admonishing everyone to lighten up and try smiling, for god's sake, because we were all concentrating so hard, furrowing our respective brows, and appearing more or less constipated. Now we're all grins and giggles, because who can resist smiling when she's toe-heeling across the floor while Richard Gere sings "Give 'em the ol' flim-flam flummox"? During class two weeks ago, someone actually spontaneously shouted, "This is fun!" as we were practicing our combination to music.
One of the best parts of class is returning home afterward and showing S what we've learned that day. I can't $#@%ing find my Chicago CD, of course, so I have to sing the lyrics myself while dancing the moves for S. S gets this delightfully horrified-amused-entertained-disbelieving look on his face, and slowly shakes his head back and forth as I make my way through the combination. I can tell he's like, "Dear god, who is this freaky woman I married?" It's fabulous.