Ballet Class, encore

I finally took my first ballet class since high school last night. I really did mean to go last week, and had plans and everything to go with a friend from work, but was in a big rush in the morning, and left the bag with all my stuff in it at home. I was worried I was going to miss it last night too, since I couldn't find the studio ANYWHERE and the time for the class to begin was rapidly approaching. I squeezed in at the last possible second though, so all was well.

And it was really fun! I had forgotten how mental it can be - having to remember all the combinations and such. I'm a bit sore today, but nothing terrible.

I still have the same pair of shoes I danced in in 1998, and they are a bit the worse for wear...there are definitely some minor-approaching-major holes in the big toe area in both shoes. I should get a new pair, but I'm actually really attached to these for inexplicable reasons. We've been through a lot together, I guess :). Then my mind jumped from them to other dance shoes and/or costumes I've had and remember fondly. Here are a few (in chronological order):

-When I was really little, maybe 4 or 5, I was in a tap number and our costumes were gold sequins. They spray-painted our tap shoes gold and put glitter all over them. Of course we left a huge trail of gold crap every where we went, but I remember thinking they were SO PRETTY.

-There was a ballet number once to "Surrey with a Fringe on Top" and I had never seen Oklahoma! at the time. I thought the song was so strange.

-I was one of about twenty Batmen in a jazz dance to "Lemon Crush" by Prince. No really, I swear.

-I had red pointe shoes I wore when I was Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. They were so cool. I mean, hello, have you ever seen the Red Shoes? Case in point. Classic.