So You Think You Can Dance

Last night was an incredible night. A bunch of us girls went to see So You Think You Can Dance, the LIVE! tour. It was GREAT! My roommates and I got into the tv show when it aired over the summer (it is basically American Idol, but with dancing instead of singing). My 'mate Rose is pretty obsessed with dancing in general and she has every right to be...she can really cut a rug, whereas I look like a dying giraffe when I try to dance, despite all of my best efforts.

I am a super nerd, as it has been well established, and I got sort of giddy seeing all of the dancers up close. I mean, they were on tv! They are famous! I know, I know, it's not like they are legit movie stars, but unlike Kiki and Kate (who actually have more than a slight chance of seeing famous people in DC and LA) we don't get a lot (read: ANY) stars here in Columbus, Ohio. Oh right...except for Lil Bow Wow, he's from the 'burbs. And...um...yep that's it.

The crowd last night was a strange mix of middle-aged women and Forever 21-wearing tweens. The girls who sat behind us fell into the latter category, and they were hilarious for a while, but then they turned hilariously ANNOYING when they would NOT shut up about the utter gorgeousness of Neil, Dominic (who I would like to strangle because folks? he is just not that funny, so stop giving him the microphone), and Danny. I think that Neil and Danny are great dancers and yes, quite attractive with their rippling muscles and the way they can jump and spin and samba around like that for two straight hours. But Rose and I had a hard time resisting the urge to slap those tweens behind us--with their leggings and bedazzled tank tops and parent-paid-for cell phones--when they would squeal loud enough to shatter crystal in their sheer delight every time Danny took to the stage. At one point, he was thrusting his pelvis particularly forcefully towards his partner, and one girl screamed, "OHMIGOD I HAAATE ANYA! DANNY IS SO HOT, HE IS MIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEE!!!!!!!" Rose then leaned in and whispered, "I bet his boyfriend thinks the same thing."

Which leads me way off topic, but I wonder if there were guys I had crushes on when I was 13 or 14 who were obviously gay, but my total ambivalence prevented me from realizing it. Actually, I was good friends with a boy in fourth grade who would always play house with the rest of us girls. And he would regularly sing us his favorite Broadway tunes, in his soft, beautiful voice. And he would also puff out his chest and jump, as graceful as a gazelle, over the low hedge in front of our elementary school whenever we asked him nicely to show off his ballet skillz. Aaand he would also eat those little packets of plastic balls that come with new pairs of shoes, so maybe he was just a wee bit strange (he did officially come out of the closet when we were in high school and I don't think a single person was surprised).

But I digress and now I'm tired of thinking about So You Think You Can Dance and how awesome it would be if I could perform a smokin' salsa or paso doble at my wedding someday. Or just look more attractive than a dying giraffe.

The kids from the preschool next door are coming to the office in half an hour to give us a parade and show off their costumes. Last year, I deemed the tot dressed as Harry Potter the winner. He was too young to walk, but not too young to wear glasses and a cape and have a lightning bolt drawn on his forehead. This year, we will just have to wait and see whose costume takes the cake.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!