i think i can, i think i can
1This past weekend the malemate and I did a tango workshop in Arkansas. Talk about a humbling experience. One of the instructors is from Argentina and the other is from Brazil. It was an quite the exhausting and fulfilling experience.
It would be nice if we could have retained a least one step that we learned for the $170 that we spent on the afternoon.
A couple weeks ago, our regular dance instructors ask us if we still did any swing dancing. Well, the malemate responds with a much-too-quick 'YES'. I am cringing, as I know there is more to come and i know we have not done much swing dancing in almost 5 years. End result, he volunteered us to do a demonstration for the chamber of commerce here in town.
Okay, I can do this. After all, there will probably only be 25-40 people there.
The time draws near (last weekend, and the event is Thursday) and I hear one of the other 'performers' tell that she had to get a new a dress.
WTF? It's just a quick demonstration and you went out and bought a new dress?
She proceeds to tell me that the theme for this event is 'dancing with the stars'
WTF? What kind of chamber gathering is this that they need a theme?
So, I fat finger my way through the internet to check out the chamber's calendar of events.
OH SHIT!!! This is their annual banquet with installation of officers! This is much bigger than she led on for us to believe.
shitShitSHIT!
So, on the day of the event, I call the chamber to get the gist of just what the hell is going on. First, I am told by the voice on the other end, whose name is Donna, that they have sold about 253 tickets.
WHAT? And will all these people show up? "Oh yes," Donna says, "it's our biggest gathering of the year."
shitShitSHIT!
And what is the agenda, I ask. Donna tells me about the happy hour (thank GOD!), the dinner, the presentation of awards and installation of officers, and lastly the entertainment. I ask what is the entertainment.
Donna tells me that there are 4 sets of dancers coming in to perform.
oh FUCK! Now, it all comes to surface. The malemate and I are part of the entertainment.
Thank GOD I got my Xanax refilled yesterday and thank GOD I got my scotch refilled last weekend --- and because of these 'tools', I am pretty sure I can do this.
Late in the afternoon we started donning our duds and doing some practicing.
Then it was off to the event we went.
First thing on my agenda: Locate the bar and get my order in, as does the malemate.
The program starts and they go through their looooooooooong list of kudos and then the time has arrived -- and we are on.
shitShitSHIT! I need more scotch. I need more Xanax. My mouth is dry. The floor is sticky.
The music starts and it's just the malemate and me.
Bottom line, it was not flawless. But, we made it through and many people came up to us afterward and gave us sincere thank-yous and compliments.
The malemate is such a good lead.
Thank you God for that.
It would be nice if we could have retained a least one step that we learned for the $170 that we spent on the afternoon.
A couple weeks ago, our regular dance instructors ask us if we still did any swing dancing. Well, the malemate responds with a much-too-quick 'YES'. I am cringing, as I know there is more to come and i know we have not done much swing dancing in almost 5 years. End result, he volunteered us to do a demonstration for the chamber of commerce here in town.
Okay, I can do this. After all, there will probably only be 25-40 people there.
The time draws near (last weekend, and the event is Thursday) and I hear one of the other 'performers' tell that she had to get a new a dress.
WTF? It's just a quick demonstration and you went out and bought a new dress?
She proceeds to tell me that the theme for this event is 'dancing with the stars'
WTF? What kind of chamber gathering is this that they need a theme?
So, I fat finger my way through the internet to check out the chamber's calendar of events.
OH SHIT!!! This is their annual banquet with installation of officers! This is much bigger than she led on for us to believe.
shitShitSHIT!
So, on the day of the event, I call the chamber to get the gist of just what the hell is going on. First, I am told by the voice on the other end, whose name is Donna, that they have sold about 253 tickets.
WHAT? And will all these people show up? "Oh yes," Donna says, "it's our biggest gathering of the year."
shitShitSHIT!
And what is the agenda, I ask. Donna tells me about the happy hour (thank GOD!), the dinner, the presentation of awards and installation of officers, and lastly the entertainment. I ask what is the entertainment.
Donna tells me that there are 4 sets of dancers coming in to perform.
oh FUCK! Now, it all comes to surface. The malemate and I are part of the entertainment.
Thank GOD I got my Xanax refilled yesterday and thank GOD I got my scotch refilled last weekend --- and because of these 'tools', I am pretty sure I can do this.
Late in the afternoon we started donning our duds and doing some practicing.
Then it was off to the event we went.
First thing on my agenda: Locate the bar and get my order in, as does the malemate.
The program starts and they go through their looooooooooong list of kudos and then the time has arrived -- and we are on.
shitShitSHIT! I need more scotch. I need more Xanax. My mouth is dry. The floor is sticky.
The music starts and it's just the malemate and me.
Bottom line, it was not flawless. But, we made it through and many people came up to us afterward and gave us sincere thank-yous and compliments.
The malemate is such a good lead.
Thank you God for that.
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2 comments:
That would have made me a nervous wreck. I never did do well in front of a big crowd of people.
I haven't forgotten about the crochet fish sweety. Please forgive me if it is a little later before I do it. My back's been giving me some serious pain these last few days. The stupid "burning" nerve pain from time to time and silly me, I let my pain medicine bottle go empty and haven't refilled yet. But, I will tomorrow after dealing with today.
Have a great weekend! It isn't long until Thanksgiving. :) Turkey, yuuuuuum.
-M
At least you didn't pull a "Marie Osmond" and pass out on your head...
Good job, B...I'll have to try the scotch and see if I can learn to swing. ;)
Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving!
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