Dancin' fool

Today way homecoming assembly, which means that Ars Nova did our Jazz Suite. We practiced for half an hour last night, leaving me completely demoralized. I just could not get the box steps right, and the final Lindy steps always catch me by surprise. We only stayed for an hour and a half out of the three hours we had allotted, but I was completely wiped out. I essentially babbled to Mandi all the way home, feeling sorry for myself in just about every way possible. I do that sometimes when I get tired.

The upside to all of this is that I got home in time for the second half of The West Wing. Cool episode, between the leak plotline that finally shows some signs of resolution, the assassination plotline that was slightly predictable, and the Intelligent Design vs. Evolution that managed to do a much better job than I could of explaining why ID isn't taught in public schools. After a phone call from Spencer that I should have cut shorter for my own sleep-deprived sake, I dropped right off to sleep.

I carpool with Mandi, so we both had to leave twenty minutes early for the girls' call time. We practiced straight through first and second periods. I was a bit better, but still suffering. My misteps were constantly pulling me out of character, which just made it harder to remember the next step. To add to it, my eczema was flaring up because of the sweat and tight collar.

I always forget how much better I do in front of an audience.I do get nervous beforehand, but once I'm onstage, nothing matters but my partner and the audience. In this case, Javo was sitting dead-center in the second row, her face lit up like a candle. For those of you who don't know her, Javo is one of those people that can look purely happy. I heard afterwards that Annelise and at least one other person were looking at Javo too.

Anyway, my dancing, while not flawless (Kaci and I need to work on our foxtrot, for one thing), was better than any other time. More importantly, I managed to get completely into my character (not too much of a streach, since my character is an exageration of myself a few months ago) and stay there for the entirity of the show. I was complemented a couple of times afterwards on my facial expressions, which came as a complete shock to me.

The first assembly got to see the whole thing, but we had to cut the first two numbers for time in the second assembly. If you were in that one, come and see us on the 27th at 7:30.

So long as I'm plugging the chior: is anyone's car looking, um, dusty? Choir is selling coupons for two and a half bucks off a carwash. Talk/IM to me if you're interested.

When I got home, I collapsed into bed again. Slept 'till 7, did homework, and watched a terrifically corny episode of The Prisoner, the sixties equivalent of Lost. I'm still drowzey, so I'm going to sign off now. See you all tomorrow for "unique fashion day!"

(Which reminds me, I didn't talk about spirit day, or post a photo. Oh well, I'll catch up tomorrow.)