Day 1: Adventures

Once upon a time on April 29th of the year 2014, a wonderful adventure called SPAC tour began. It began early. Very early and pearly. More early though, and less pearly, if we are talking about percentages. We were supposed to meet at the vans at 6:30 to head over to the costume wearhouse and then be on our way to the first of three shows.

I must admit that I was probably most hyper from 7-8ish. Once we started actually dancing I just got more and more tired as the day wore on, but the shows continued to get better, so all was well - even if that meant there were very few possum related comments on the way home. To be honest, this was largely due to 2048, yet another game (the first being Candy Crush) that I told myself I didn't need to play and wouldn't play. But then Trenton got it on his phone and I started playing it on his phone and then decided I should just get it on my own so it didn't bug him. And thus is the story of why I was playing that game. For any interested, no I have not achieved the 2048 tile, but I have gotten the 1024 a few times. Woot woot.

Other than a few minor mishaps and not having the right music for Spanish which resulted in the classic favorite DANCING WITH NO MUSIC YEEHAW the day really went rather smoothly. Sure, I had some mistakes especially in the first show, but I think all in all we performed well and covered up the problems.

It was vurr fun and I'm excited to do it again. Tomorrow. And then the next day. And all the days. Until it's done, at which point I will inevitably be a little sad, but mostly excited to get married. There's only 32 more days, people. How I am handling it, I do not know.

My friend named Rylan made a comment to me today. He said that my blog just sounds like my normal talking voice and also that I should make a vlog. This is a compelling option, especially since this computer is equipped with a built in camera which means no pesky additional webcam.

The problem with this choice is that then I have to look presentable while I vlog which sometimes just isn't the thing. I'm the kind of person who is very much of the opinion that changing clothes is dumb. I just spent all day changing costumes, granted, but I have a higher tolerance when it is just for dancing. I real love dancing. Otherwise I just will put on real clothes once and then basically just want to put on pajamas after that. Even at 4:30. Or earlier.

But I digress.

So far do I digress that I now leave you, with the promise of an at least somewhat speedy return.

P.s. Photo cred to the beautiful, wonderful and talented Katie Farrenkopf who indeed took the picture of us in the van.