Nothing Matters When We're Dancing..

I've been meaning to BLOG for quite a while, but the holiday season is here! For me, this means various family members stopping me at the most inconvenient times and asking me about this and that involving Christmas gifts, food ideas for the holidays and, "Oh when  was your show again?" It also means arbitrary texts telling me I'm supposed to be in the choir rehearsal room at this time. So, when that totally unplanned time arrives, I hop in the car, van, truck, etc. (my family has several different means of transportation, all of them used and costing less than 5,000) and drive the three minutes it takes me to the school and arrive in that lovely little room of burnt orange and white walls with the opera prints on the walls, the black and white tile floors, and the black grand piano who I call Shirley shining in all her glory, and take a seat in a black plastic chair with the other altos and begin the night with Mr. Choate making some humorous quip of the limited time we have.
My holiday season is invariably busy and perpetually stressful. However, when I lay in bed at night pondering the day I've had, I always try to drift off to sleep with a smile on my dreamy little face. A lot has occurred since the last time I blogged. My school had a Sadie Hawkins dance put on by yours truly and her chorus. However, Choate and Nan, the choir's dynamic duo who are both saints in their own rights, did the work. I just sort of smiled nervously and told kids when and where and to please come. I did not go with a date because I'm a shy little wallflower when it comes to that sort of thing. I have guy friends not romantic interests. I am interested but do you think this quirky little thing has the guts to pursue anything? No. Plus, I'm in the arts, and, not to be stereotypical, but my closest guy friends are very, ahem, metro, if you will..

Here is the recorded history of that night..

Debra and Sara :)

Rebecca looking lovely in gold.

 

Here is a funny little video I made of the night's happenings.

Sorry for Party Rockin'.

Me sitting on the stairs afterwards sweating and in pain because I managed to injure my knee in the smallest of wedges.

And so went the night of November 5th. It was fun :) I have a new appreciation for that one song about Sadie Hawkins dances..you know ;) "Do you like my sweater?"
Here is the song/book update: "Nothing Matters When We're Dancing" by Magnetic Fields and any poem written by Charles Baudelaire who is a favorite and master of death and love and sex. Good stuff.