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Dec. 3rd, 2005 09:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageI'm actually glad my car broke.
See... that mandatory dress rehearsal thing... was last night.
And today at the parade rehearsal, the artistic director informs me that I can't compete. I can take the classes at the convention, sleep on the floor of her hotel room since I can't book my own... but not be in my one lame tap dance. I told her my car was broken, my dad was at work, my mom was grocery shopping, and none of my friends were at home when I called them. She didn't care.
My tap teacher has no idea how to re-set it without me. But she felt bad about my car and offered to drive me to tap rehearsal tomorrow... Which sounds like she's keeping me in the dance. Which is good considering I already paid the fees and everything.
Except Erin said the rehearsal was cancelled and the entire group isn't competing anymore. That would be... my fault. I really hope Stan doesn't keep me later at work Monday. I need to go to tap; hopefully Cynthia shows up, for once.
And wtf? Lisa was there on Friday and told Melody they didn't know where I was?
I had a dream tonight that Lisa was listing the number of times I hadn't showed up at work to Stan and they fired me. Three strikes, you're out. Stupid life. My dream last night was much better.
And Jennifer's dad told me to tell my dad I'm going to be a stripper so he will pay my cell phone bill. This weekend of emergencies has convinced my dad that I should have a cell phone. So that's what I get for Christmas: something I don't actually want.
Anyway, I'm glad I was stuck at home instead of watching a movie with my friends. It's a far better excuse.
I learned that the building where I work is totally closed on weekends. I was alone at the abandoned Bank of America building at 8:40 AM. So I walked from there to the library, then to McDonalds, then to SHS. I met Calliope as she was leaving circus and we hung out, built acorn teepees, climbed and slid down things, and looked at weird clothes and an antique ice cream scoop. Then parade rehearsal. 1-2 PM. I was driven to Flex, then picked up by my mom. She said my car was ready (One of the belts had broken is all that was wrong.), so I took it to Chloe's to make posters. There was a moose pen and a silver sharpie. So cool, like the people who were there, and an Edith Piaf/Bob Marley concert. I drove Sasha home and went to Marina Jack's to park. No spots were open so I parked at Flex and walked/jogged to the courthouse. I'm independent, stubborn, and afraid of getting arrested for illegal parking. Only luck explains how I found my group and managed to get there before the parade started. It took just under an hour.
So the parade sucked. The music has skipped every year but this year it was off most of the time. We went though the routine twice with no music. Then it came back and they kept restarting it and it kept dying. We must've done the first 64 counts 12 times. I was in the back with 800 little kids who were going at a different time than the girls in the front. We were crammed together cos Barb and Mike must not have thought that we needed to practice spacing at our rehearsal like we have every year. They just cared that they made banners and flags and that we had "festive bows" in our hair. We still looked terrible.
Jennifer's parents drove me to Flex and I drove home and my mom talked about how hard HER day was. My brother called me a "fitness junkie." It's not like I was enjoying myself. Oh well. Homework time?
See... that mandatory dress rehearsal thing... was last night.
And today at the parade rehearsal, the artistic director informs me that I can't compete. I can take the classes at the convention, sleep on the floor of her hotel room since I can't book my own... but not be in my one lame tap dance. I told her my car was broken, my dad was at work, my mom was grocery shopping, and none of my friends were at home when I called them. She didn't care.
My tap teacher has no idea how to re-set it without me. But she felt bad about my car and offered to drive me to tap rehearsal tomorrow... Which sounds like she's keeping me in the dance. Which is good considering I already paid the fees and everything.
Except Erin said the rehearsal was cancelled and the entire group isn't competing anymore. That would be... my fault. I really hope Stan doesn't keep me later at work Monday. I need to go to tap; hopefully Cynthia shows up, for once.
And wtf? Lisa was there on Friday and told Melody they didn't know where I was?
I had a dream tonight that Lisa was listing the number of times I hadn't showed up at work to Stan and they fired me. Three strikes, you're out. Stupid life. My dream last night was much better.
And Jennifer's dad told me to tell my dad I'm going to be a stripper so he will pay my cell phone bill. This weekend of emergencies has convinced my dad that I should have a cell phone. So that's what I get for Christmas: something I don't actually want.
Anyway, I'm glad I was stuck at home instead of watching a movie with my friends. It's a far better excuse.
I learned that the building where I work is totally closed on weekends. I was alone at the abandoned Bank of America building at 8:40 AM. So I walked from there to the library, then to McDonalds, then to SHS. I met Calliope as she was leaving circus and we hung out, built acorn teepees, climbed and slid down things, and looked at weird clothes and an antique ice cream scoop. Then parade rehearsal. 1-2 PM. I was driven to Flex, then picked up by my mom. She said my car was ready (One of the belts had broken is all that was wrong.), so I took it to Chloe's to make posters. There was a moose pen and a silver sharpie. So cool, like the people who were there, and an Edith Piaf/Bob Marley concert. I drove Sasha home and went to Marina Jack's to park. No spots were open so I parked at Flex and walked/jogged to the courthouse. I'm independent, stubborn, and afraid of getting arrested for illegal parking. Only luck explains how I found my group and managed to get there before the parade started. It took just under an hour.
So the parade sucked. The music has skipped every year but this year it was off most of the time. We went though the routine twice with no music. Then it came back and they kept restarting it and it kept dying. We must've done the first 64 counts 12 times. I was in the back with 800 little kids who were going at a different time than the girls in the front. We were crammed together cos Barb and Mike must not have thought that we needed to practice spacing at our rehearsal like we have every year. They just cared that they made banners and flags and that we had "festive bows" in our hair. We still looked terrible.
Jennifer's parents drove me to Flex and I drove home and my mom talked about how hard HER day was. My brother called me a "fitness junkie." It's not like I was enjoying myself. Oh well. Homework time?
