So my dance company was asked to do a few pieces at this Senior Citizens thing… this is something I haven’t done since I was 6. Anywho, I didn’t mind, wasn’t worried about, because I mean, they’re old, they’ll appreciate it, they’re going to think it’s awesome no matter what. So anywho, I left school at 10:30, drove home to get in my tights and leotard, and went to the place. We did a lyrical piece and a ballet piece… of course they loved it, which was pretty cool… the only thing dance-wise thats more rewarding than dancing for old people is dancing for little girls : ) They all want to be ballerinas when they grow up. So anywho, after we did both of the pieces, Mrs. Sacchi wanted us to do the hip hop dance… well none of us wanted to do it, because it’s a little… vulgar… We explained that to her, and she said, “No, no, just tone it down a little bit… it will be fine!” We obliged, only to realize that we didn’t have the music. Mrs. Sacchi had already enticed the old people, so we couldn’t so “Sorry, no, nevermind,” so we danced to… I shit you not…
“Dontcha” by Pussycat Dolls.
At a Senior Citizens type thing.
And they loved it.
Seriously.
Some of them were even dancing.
But the whole time, I was laughing, thinking, “Oh my goodness… this is so surreal… here I am, doing an ass-shaking dance to a vulgar song, not only in front of old people, but -for- old people.” As soon as we got back into the “dressing room,” (Mrs. Terri’s office) I said, “I’m totally blogging this.”
That was my surreal moment of the day. It was almost as surreal as the character from a romantic poem at Toys R Us. Thanks again, Steve, for the perfect ending to my poem : )
But anywho, there is this girl from ballet named Brenna who is always referring to herself in 3rd person… she’s like 12 or 13, and we loooove messing with her. We call her Brenda. We say we’re going to give her her own SitCom and call it “That’s Just Brenda,” and I’m going to sing the theme song. (If any of you would like to hear it, just ask. That way, when That’s Just Brenda becomes the next Friends, you can say, “I know the chick who sang the themesong, and she sang it for me one time, and it was really cool.) So anywho, about Brenda, she was at this basketball game last night, talking to this boy, and she said, “I’m Brenna,” and he said, “Prunna?!?” Ah, crazy old Brenda and her prune juice.
Oh, and she’s adopted, and she tells people that the stork brought her. Cute, huh?
She’s one of those chicks like I was… she’s 12, but she looks about 15ish, so she gets alot of attention from older boys. I hope she stays out of trouble.
I promised her I would blog about her. I think I’m finished with Brenda.
But I’m not finished with ballet. We did alot of stretching afterward, and Mrs. Sacchi sat on us and such. At one point, she was stretching Caitlyn Kirland’s back, because she is probably the second-least flexible person in the class… anywho, she was straddling her back, pull ing up on her arms, as I thought, “Wow, that’s a pretty sexual position they’re in…” then I hear Mrs. Sacchi say, “Gah, Caitlyn, you’re so tight!” I couldn’t help it… I just had to comment, “She does her Kegals.”
I’m such a 13 year old boy.
Oh, and just for the record, I’m not fondling myself in the picture. I’m throwing up Blood. Well, not vomiting actual blood… you know.
Speaking of throwing up blood, I’m excited for the disaster drill at the hospital…. I get to be an unconcious amputee.
I am not in this one either.