Back to work

Back to Raleigh. Back to work. Back to life. Back to blog.

That was a nice two week hiatus from life. I didn't do much of anything, which is exactly what I needed. But I did manage to venture down to the beach for a day or so, but that ended with the worst sunburn ever. I discovered that irony is essentially defined as suffering from exhaustion due to a vitamin D deficiency that was a direct result of my inability to move from three days because I was too sunburned to move. Do nothing. Mission Accomplished.

Now, I'm back in Raleigh for the summer. Governor School slightly starts happening on June 1. (ps. oh hey June where the hell did you come from). Then goes in to full effect on the 14th when 400 high school students descend on campus. Joy.

In the meantime just working in Jones, teching dance recitals. Now I was a dancer and I did the big corny dance recital. That's right. I have the VHS tapes to prove it. But after this week I have decided that hell is in fact filled with small children continuously tap dancing to the macerena.

The good thing about dance recitals: the quotes.
" Show me your boom arms" [said to 3 year olds.]
"tap? with moracas?"
"big jazz hand on top of your hat...hide your face!"
"squeeze remember, squeeze! Remember the $100 dollar bill" [i don't even know what that means.]
"show me your holes!"
"Stand up girls! Get off your knees!"
"I want everybody doing facials"
"Let Sara go right behind your back to get to her hole."
"Don't touch that because I can't pay for it!"
"spread your legs wider girls! wider!"

Makes me wish GSE was here.