Two nights alone and thinking about busting my butt

The hubby is off to Janda Baik for two days for a work course thingy. In the middle of the night he scrambled to pack and discovered his track pants were nowhere to be found. He looked, I looked; they were nowhere to be found. He had to make a trip to his brother’s for stand-in pants.

I’m free in the evenings for two nights. This should be the best time to try to utilize it as best I can and possibly to get some salsa practice in.

I’m not sure if I can do much more guaguancos. I’m not used to sticking out my posterior and boobs and having my underwear show up above my pants. That and the way my thighs wobble when I try to walk after.