Re Gets Her Dance On - RIGHT NOW!

Tonight was a big night at dance class. BIG.

On my left the entire hour was none other than one of Cincinnati's stellar TelePrompter readers.

HINTS: She and I share the same first name, only her has a "re" in front of it and her last name rhymes with Lusso. (Maiden name rhymes with Parswell.) Got it? Let's call her "Re."

So, I wasn't sure at first if it was even her because she was sans make-up, and you know how shockingly different news people look without their theater make-up on. Plus, she rolled in with a hoodie pull-up over her head, all Uni-Bomber like.

I was wildly entertained by this, wondering, "Is she doing that because she's so famous? Like she doesn't want we non-TelePrompter readers to speak to her while she's trying to bust a move?"

For the first 15 minutes or so she kept her hood up and scowled, like she was in hell. She even hung out in the way back during parts of dances and sulked at everyone. But then, post-warm-up, LOOK OUT! Re was gettin' down. Don't even get in her way during an arabesque with a turn. She will run your wrong-way turning ass over! And look like she's having a good time in the process.

By the end she was looking like she was enjoying herself, but she bolted just before our leg calisthenics. Can't blame her for that, except the instructor put on some Jody Watley. Now who can turn down something as old-school 80s dance as Jody Watley? Not me, kid. But Re and her hoodie were Audi 5000.

Anyway, I totally missed her when she was gone.