Little girls instead of the big boys.
I am so disappointed with myself. Seriously. ;)
I needed to go buy fruits and other stuff, so I went to the nice little market at the Olympiyskiy. And at that occasion, I decided to peek into the ice rink once again because Johnny Weir might just happen to walk by.
I came there and some dude and a girl with a skate-bag were just going in, so I followed them and walked in right behind them, completely inconspicuous. We walked down the stairs and I saw that there's some security guard sitting at a desk that reads something about a "propusk". So I just walked past and sat down beside a locker room full of little girls. There were tiny 4-year old girls doing rope-skipping in the hallway, parents waiting... When, after a moment, I finally realized where the ice was and took a look inside, I saw that little hockey player boys were practicing.
So I'm there, sitting between the girls' and the boys' locker rooms, feeling a little bit excited and a little bit guilty. Or, you know - a LOT guilty. Seriously, I completely and utterly fail at this stalking thing, because my heart starts to pound and I feel a little panicky whenever I'm doing something like this. So I was wondering what to do next. I decided to consult Reet, because Reet usually has good ideas. ;) She said that I should wait, so I waited and watched the little girls skip rope. (They were very cute!) Then, after a while, the little girls rushed off to... a gym? instead of going on ice. And that kinda ruined my quickly spun plan because I thought that I might go watch the little girls skate and see if the big boys would come after them. Some of the parents were still there, but some left, so I left, too.
I went to do my shopping - I bought lots of fruits and also bakery stuffs that are completely unhealthy, but very yummy. Then I returned to the rink, but there were still parents waiting outside (some of whom I'd seen earlier) and also new kids arriving - more little girls with skates.
So I just gave up and went home, because with this amount of children around, there was little hope that anyone interesting would show up. I'm now wondering at what times the group with Johnny and Sergei Davidov has their practices. It could be mornings or it could be evenings, who knows.
I'm disappointed with myself for not being better informed/more persistent, of course, because it really would be fun to see Johnny practice and get a little excited for him. I probably wouldn't even try to approach him, because it would feel wrong and creepy and my high morals just wouldn't let me. (It's different at competitions/shows - there I probably would jump at the chance to talk to him for a minute or two. Practices... that's just. Odd. I don't know. It feels more private.)
I'd just stand at the end of the rink that had a sign "place for parents", watch and then squee all over this journal because omghisquadislookinggood!
But it was obviously not meant to happen and this was my last chance to try, I think, so... Pity!
Now I stuffed myself with my freshly bought food and I should get ready - we're meeting at around 5:30 at the ticket office of the Bolshoi to pick up our student tickets, the ballet starts at 7.
I needed to go buy fruits and other stuff, so I went to the nice little market at the Olympiyskiy. And at that occasion, I decided to peek into the ice rink once again because Johnny Weir might just happen to walk by.
I came there and some dude and a girl with a skate-bag were just going in, so I followed them and walked in right behind them, completely inconspicuous. We walked down the stairs and I saw that there's some security guard sitting at a desk that reads something about a "propusk". So I just walked past and sat down beside a locker room full of little girls. There were tiny 4-year old girls doing rope-skipping in the hallway, parents waiting... When, after a moment, I finally realized where the ice was and took a look inside, I saw that little hockey player boys were practicing.
So I'm there, sitting between the girls' and the boys' locker rooms, feeling a little bit excited and a little bit guilty. Or, you know - a LOT guilty. Seriously, I completely and utterly fail at this stalking thing, because my heart starts to pound and I feel a little panicky whenever I'm doing something like this. So I was wondering what to do next. I decided to consult Reet, because Reet usually has good ideas. ;) She said that I should wait, so I waited and watched the little girls skip rope. (They were very cute!) Then, after a while, the little girls rushed off to... a gym? instead of going on ice. And that kinda ruined my quickly spun plan because I thought that I might go watch the little girls skate and see if the big boys would come after them. Some of the parents were still there, but some left, so I left, too.
I went to do my shopping - I bought lots of fruits and also bakery stuffs that are completely unhealthy, but very yummy. Then I returned to the rink, but there were still parents waiting outside (some of whom I'd seen earlier) and also new kids arriving - more little girls with skates.
So I just gave up and went home, because with this amount of children around, there was little hope that anyone interesting would show up. I'm now wondering at what times the group with Johnny and Sergei Davidov has their practices. It could be mornings or it could be evenings, who knows.
I'm disappointed with myself for not being better informed/more persistent, of course, because it really would be fun to see Johnny practice and get a little excited for him. I probably wouldn't even try to approach him, because it would feel wrong and creepy and my high morals just wouldn't let me. (It's different at competitions/shows - there I probably would jump at the chance to talk to him for a minute or two. Practices... that's just. Odd. I don't know. It feels more private.)
I'd just stand at the end of the rink that had a sign "place for parents", watch and then squee all over this journal because omghisquadislookinggood!
But it was obviously not meant to happen and this was my last chance to try, I think, so... Pity!
Now I stuffed myself with my freshly bought food and I should get ready - we're meeting at around 5:30 at the ticket office of the Bolshoi to pick up our student tickets, the ballet starts at 7.