Friday, June 01, 2007
The show must go on... break a leg.... and all that jazz
This group of women take this recital seriously. They start learning their routines on the first day of class. I remember thinking how LONG it was when the Queen was on the stage the first time around. Now that we are on our fourth year, it gets longer. And longer. And loooooooongggggger.
It was especially long tonight because...
The co-director of the business ... the daughter of the owner .... fell on some straw that was being used as prop right at the beginning of rehearsal. Boom. She went down. Crack. Went her arm.
Had to call EMS and take her out on a stretcher.
Now, I think the stretcher might have been stretch ... a little dramatic. I would have scooped her butt off the floor and taken her to the hospital.
But the show went on. Literally. Instead of going to the hospital with her daughter, the mother/owner stayed. The entire night.
We were there for FOUR hours. Four, people.
Four.
Tomorrow night ... is going to be ugly.
Labels: dance recital
posted by Knitting Maniac at 9:40 PM
I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.
The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.
The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.
The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.
The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.
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8 Comments:
wow, that's true dedication!
a little extreme, but true dedication nonetheless.
And, just like that..
we ARE never doing dance!
LOL
talked to Ace last night who informed me that the black smoke hanging over downtown Findlay was due to you being steaming MAD
ha ha
have fun tonight..I'll be home sitting on my butt watching a movie
So who accompanied the kid to the e.r.? Yeah, I would have just picked her up and driven myself. Stretcher...a bit much unless you've got a punctured lung or something.
Four hours is insane. And I'm complaining about a 2 hr baseball game.
I survived the concession stand. Although the "hot chicken sandwiches" nearly did me in. Watching the lady plop that nasty canned chicken in the crock pot along with the cream of mushroom soup...EWWW! I'm just glad I'm not pregnant because I would have been throwing up! I also learned people get highly ticked if you don't have the popcorn to the TOP of the bag. I'll have to tell you more about that one.
Oh this wasn't a kid who broke her arm. This was the owner's daughter, who is a mother herself. Meagan is 30-something. She's also an instructor.
Oh and I can't wait to hear about that concession stand fiasco!
My teacher never did recitals...can't stand 'em. After my girls did their 1st Irish dance recital, I butted in and ran it the next year..much better and faster, if I do say so myself. It is a money-maker as teacher usually gets part of the costume sales. Still, no need to do more than 90 seconds of dancing for MOST of the little monsters. I feel for you...can you sneak in a thermos of margaritas?
Hmmmm... the jug o' margaritas might just work. I DO have five Coronas sitting in my fridge right now. I could start drinking at 5:45 for the 6:30 show.
Might be on to something here. Thanks, Ann! LOL!
And I dread just going to school recitals because they are freakishly long. Or at least they seem that way. This year the school got smart and bussed the kids up to the high school (which is, for some strange reason OUT of town) and the parents all got to sit in the nice cushy auditorium seats instead of on bleachers. Yay!
Good luck to the Queen. And yeah, I vote for a thermos of margaritas too. LOL!
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