All posts tagged: Performing Arts

Ten Days Out… and its getting TOO DARN HOT!

So remember the time I got really bored and decided to do something crazy?  And no, I’m not referring to My Great Date Experiment.  I’m referring to my other “it seemed like a good idea at the time” project: the production of an all-women, all-tap revue for the Philadelphia Live Arts/Fringe Festival, complete with live music and an all-star line-up of professional dancers. Too Darn Hot will make its debut in exactly ten days.  Am I stressed?  Oh no.  Not stressed—suicidal, to be precise.  Those of you who’ve been following the show’s development over at our official blog know that my partner in crime and I have built this entire show from the ground up, literally. Having never worked together before, we’ve also had our share of artistic differences (not to mention administrative differences) and although I’m no stranger to choreography, performance and costuming (all of which I’m doing for the revue) I’ve never actually produced a show before.  Unless of course you count the “Nutcracker Extravaganza” I orchestrated for my preschool students last December, …

I’ve Been Blogged!

Whoops!  I got so wrapped in preparing for Date #7’s visit (and trying to pretend that I wasn’t actually doing anything to prepare for it) that I completely forgot to write about my photo shoot with dance photographer Brian Mengini! Photo shoots make for excellent blogging—I mean seriously, what’s more egocentric than an afternoon spent posing in front of an expensive camera?  It’s all me, ME, MEEEE!!!  Except when I attempt to do my “sexy” look, it which case it’s more “Aghh!  My eyes!!!  Make it stop!” (My “sexy” look, for those of you yet to be inflicted, is about as sexy as my wink, and my wink is rather… epileptic.  I can’t wink with just one eye, which basically defeats the entire purpose of winking, and blinking, I’ve since learned, isn’t nearly as come-hither as I’d previously imagined.) Unfortunately Brian’s already beaten me to the punch so you’ll have to head on over to Artistry in Motion for the full scoop on my second shoot (including his neighbor’s rather surprising reaction to my tap …

Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?

Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending the entire weekend together, this is kind of a big deal).  Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be tempted to smash my cell phone against the wall and swear off men all together but I’ve got bigger fish to fry. It all began around noon yesterday.  I was at The School (where I teach creative movement five mornings a week) carrying props from the dance studio down to the auditorium to get ready for our end-of-the-year concert when my boss calls me over to her desk. Now I should pause briefly to explain that there are in fact two schools under my boss’s jurisdiction.  She rarely visits our branch, as it’s the smaller of the two, but every once in a while she’ll stop by to make sure we haven’t descended into total anarchy. I should also explain that the creative movement teacher at the other branch has been there since …

Tchaikovsky Bites Again

After listing my reasons for purchasing an economy sized-nutcracker for my preschoolers earlier this week you’d think that I’d be particularly careful with the linchpin of my Tchaikovsky lesson plans.  You’d also think that think that after dating seventeen different men I’d have someone other than my mother offering to take me to The Nutcracker this year, but nutcrackers have a curious way of hurling themselves onto the floor when you’re not looking, and men… don’t even get me started on men. Everything was going according to plan (by which I mean my $5.00 Rite-Aid nutcracker was still intact) until my second class of the day.  I unfurled my bedazzled American Girl doll in all her Clara/Marie glory and passed her around to the great delight of my students (“Her eyes open!”  “Her eyes close!”  “Can we call her Sally?”), but when I retrieved the nutcracker from his hiding place, he promptly ejected himself from my grasp and bounced across the floor. Wood, unfortunately, does not bounce.  He lost an arm in the process but …