Spactastic Shenanigans

I acknowledge my absence from this blog and I apologize. Lots of dancing has been happening. Holy cow, lots of dancing. The first day, and even the first week I guess, every little mistake in a show seemed like a huge thing. Now it's just getting through each show that matters - I am exhausted. But so so happy. :) I just wanted to document a few of the little memories...

The night before SPAC started (yes folks, we are kicking it back to April!) Trenton and Thomas (pictured above) met with the unfortunate news that they were supposed to wear khaki pants the next day for our first day of tour. And neither of them had khaki pants. Dismayed and disgruntled we (with the addition of Sean who DID have khaki pants, and indeed had strong opinions about the flatness of the front of said pants versus pleats) set off for the magical and infrequently (by me) visited land of Walmart. Pants were purchased. But while the boys were in dressing rooms I requested that the not in dressing room boys put on some hats. This is the result when they all put on the hats together. Thomas is incredibly fabulous and rocking a Carmen Sandiego vibe in this photo, Sean is grumpy, and Trenton...that sweet thing looks a mite dysfunctional.

On the same trip I decided I needed to buy a towel because I didn't have one and there was much talk of hot tubbing. In the selection there was this Batman thing, and because I love Batman they insisted I try it on. However, it was attached to the cardboard thing, so Thomas held it up while I wrapped it around me.

A completely different day, we were at a school that had two water spiggots on the water fountain. Katie and I thought it would be beautiful to take a picture together. You can't really see us well but that's us drinking some waters in the water fountain, simultaneously. Yay!!

Unfortunately, all my other pictures aren't on the computer yet, so another post will have to follow up soon with other pictures. However, luckily, facebook has a few photos that I will share here just so I actually remember to write about some of these things. :)

For example, there was the time that before a show all the girls decided to get inside our costume bags. This says something about the amount of costume-age we carry around everyday, because things get full. This was pretty hyper, and reminds me of another day when we all took a picture with our heads sticking out from under the curtains. So many beautiful times. Sometimes I think we act a lot less mature than the elementary kids whose schools we're visiting...

Facebook is now choosing to be a nargle so I'm not going to post anymore right now, but I will update again this weekend!