I blame The Lady Hoofers. Whenever I don’t post, it’s because of my tap company (or my anthropology students, or House of Cards, or Downton Abbey, but mainly it’s because of The Lady Hoofers). Last weekend, you see, I co-produced (and co-directed and co-choreographed and co-danced, if there is such a thing) another show. This means that I’ve spent the past few weeks flipping out and the past few days recovering.
I’m glad to report that aside from one quiet and lonely moment in the dressing room, when I realized this was my first time producing a show without my personal Zen machine (aka my now ex-boyfriend) to keep me calm, I was fine.
Better than fine, actually.
Not in an obnoxious, f*ck you, Gloria Gaynor sense of the word (I’m more sorry than mad, and more nostalgic than sad at this point) but rather in the sense that all of the ridiculous self-help tricks I’ve been trying seem to be working.
It probably didn’t hurt that there were fifteen dancers sharing one dressing room (and that quiet and lonely contemplative moments are hard to come by in such conditions).
Here a few pictures until I can think of something interesting to write about.
Tap and Bharatanatym 🙂
Me and my Right Hand (Wo)man
The whole company outside of the theater
I think I was trying to do some sort of “sexy look…”
I’ll be sure to post some real photos (aka the professional ones) once they’re ready to go. In the meantime, have a good weekend!