1) Wake up (always the toughest part, I find).
2) Drive to the ‘burbs for day two of the Susie McSusie’s Regional Dance Competition. (Have you ever seen Little Miss Sunshine? Well picture the beauty pageant at the end, add approximately two hundred students, six hundred pairs of shoes and various assorted tutus, sequined bras, diva meltdowns in the dressing room and—no I’m not exaggerating here—thousands of rhinestones and you’ve got yourself a regional dance competition.)
3) Take a break from the Susie McSusie extravaganza to go shopping run errands. (Because really, how many times can you watch teenage girls in “African jungle” outfits gyrating to Waka Waka ? And don’t even get me started on the number of air shuffles, air wings and air paddle rolls in those tap pieces I did not choreograph. Paddle rolls are one of the most basic tap steps. How can you fake a paddle roll?)
4) Take a break from running errands to get a drink eat lunch. (Dance competitions, I’ve learned, are best enjoyed with a slight buzz. Now I know why my dad usually had a drink before taking my brother to Boy Scouts.)
5) Blitz through H&M to buy a new dress. (Date #21 is taking me to Fork and there is no way I’m going to Fork without a new dress.)
6) Return to Susie McSusie’s just in time to grab a cup of coffee, cheer on the last of the 18-and-up entries (thankfully there were no more Shakira impersonators) and take myself and my official Susie McSusie “Teacher” name tag to the back of the auditorium to await the judge’s results with my colleagues. (Our girls kicked butt, by the way. Not that I’m biased or anything but the studio took 2nd Overall High Score, 1st Overall High Score and Best in Show. Way to go, ladies!)
7) Remove my official Susie McSusie “Teacher” name tag, drive home and reschedule my date with He-whom-is-not-taller-than-me-in-heels. (Because everyone deserves a second chance right? Besides, I’m dating professionally now. I can’t restrict myself to men who read Flaubert and choose Fork for a first date.)
As for today’s To Do List? Well, it consists of ironing my new dress, teaching my morning classes at The Preschool, touring the Philadelphia Flower Show with my mother and grandmother (the latter of whom took the wine tasting a little too seriously last year) and then attempting not to freak out on my way to meet He-whom-reads-Flaubert.