this is golden.
I haven't even started packing yet. For tomorrow. Actually haven't unpacked from the weekend yet. Not even mildly.
But, oh!
This weekend was really very perfect in every possible facet!
I could relay the entire saga to you, but I'm more in a mood to just float on the events of the weekend and let it all be absorbed.
The setting on Friday...that auditorium, the way the light hit everything...the trees with their ornately intertwined brambles (ha)... somehow it all managed to force my soul into complete tranquility...and my nerves plagued me to the most minimal extent possible...I was summoned early from my dressing room stretching session...could I be on in about three dances? Sure, I replied...I could do this, I told Jenn...and then she met me in the hall and hugged me about five times before telling me she loved me and then sending me stage left. And there was no anxiety...I was decisive that I would just breathe it and become it...and I did...and it actually felt wondrous to be out there, and for a first performance I felt it could have gone no better! It was lovely to have those cheers and comments of gorgeousness to follow...Jenn's reaction was most divine because she said I'd nailed it, and that I'd looked beautiful, and this was all I could have really hoped for. And after such woe and anticipation! It matters not where I ranked (I'm unclear of where exactly, and silver's perfectly acceptable for that size of a category)...the fact that I went out and did it with such passion speaks to the reason why I'm even dancing in the first place.
And Marita and Chris came! Which was terribly wonderful, and their card representing the "kicky" Olaf "dancing emporium" was tres apropos.
It is most unfortunate that I must pack presently, as I wish to sleep and yet have to rise early to catch a flight tomorrow morning.
But.
Olaf open house was the utmost benefical. The people there--wonders, they are!
I'm enamored by the Great Conversation. So that shall be.
I'm in the Northfield medical system now! (ear infection. lovely. also think I have croup too...that persistent whooping cough that babies have...yeah, my mom thinks I have that...residue of my month-long illness)
Davanni's is perfection.
Northfield has a Caribou.
Minneapolis is enjoyable.
As is the Main U campus.
As is Northrop.
Lose Control got platinum.
Yes. platinum.
Ain't No Sunshine resulted in gold.
Fever won first place gold.
I have a brown St. Olaf sweatshirt. That's glee.
I don't even know what else.
I'm going to miss Jenn next year.
So much.
That it.
is going.
to hurt.
I know she's my hero. I just forgot how completely and utterly heroic she was until this weekend.
Who rescues me every week night?
It almost makes me wish the year would keep going.
Almost.
But then if you're so smart, then tell me why are you still so afraid?
Precisely.
Amen.
But, oh!
This weekend was really very perfect in every possible facet!
I could relay the entire saga to you, but I'm more in a mood to just float on the events of the weekend and let it all be absorbed.
The setting on Friday...that auditorium, the way the light hit everything...the trees with their ornately intertwined brambles (ha)... somehow it all managed to force my soul into complete tranquility...and my nerves plagued me to the most minimal extent possible...I was summoned early from my dressing room stretching session...could I be on in about three dances? Sure, I replied...I could do this, I told Jenn...and then she met me in the hall and hugged me about five times before telling me she loved me and then sending me stage left. And there was no anxiety...I was decisive that I would just breathe it and become it...and I did...and it actually felt wondrous to be out there, and for a first performance I felt it could have gone no better! It was lovely to have those cheers and comments of gorgeousness to follow...Jenn's reaction was most divine because she said I'd nailed it, and that I'd looked beautiful, and this was all I could have really hoped for. And after such woe and anticipation! It matters not where I ranked (I'm unclear of where exactly, and silver's perfectly acceptable for that size of a category)...the fact that I went out and did it with such passion speaks to the reason why I'm even dancing in the first place.
And Marita and Chris came! Which was terribly wonderful, and their card representing the "kicky" Olaf "dancing emporium" was tres apropos.
It is most unfortunate that I must pack presently, as I wish to sleep and yet have to rise early to catch a flight tomorrow morning.
But.
Olaf open house was the utmost benefical. The people there--wonders, they are!
I'm enamored by the Great Conversation. So that shall be.
I'm in the Northfield medical system now! (ear infection. lovely. also think I have croup too...that persistent whooping cough that babies have...yeah, my mom thinks I have that...residue of my month-long illness)
Davanni's is perfection.
Northfield has a Caribou.
Minneapolis is enjoyable.
As is the Main U campus.
As is Northrop.
Lose Control got platinum.
Yes. platinum.
Ain't No Sunshine resulted in gold.
Fever won first place gold.
I have a brown St. Olaf sweatshirt. That's glee.
I don't even know what else.
I'm going to miss Jenn next year.
So much.
That it.
is going.
to hurt.
I know she's my hero. I just forgot how completely and utterly heroic she was until this weekend.
Who rescues me every week night?
It almost makes me wish the year would keep going.
Almost.
But then if you're so smart, then tell me why are you still so afraid?
Precisely.
Amen.