"Try anything once - except incest and Morris dancing"
It's a general rule of thumb apparently! Anyway, imagine my parents' humour when I phoned them up and said (while trying to keep a straight voice and not laugh):
"I'm going Belly dancing!"
I had to interrupt the laughter to explain that yes, I was serious, and yes, I was going alone. I was determined to go and give it a try - I grew up with different styles of dance and still have a whole shelf of dance medals from childhood and teenage years.
Anyway, it was good fun, my stomach muscles have never been worked quite as well for a while, and in the words of dirty dancing:
"God didn't give you Maracas, if he didn't want you to shhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeee them!!"
And my oh my, did I shake them!