Travel Blooper Friday: (Ano)the(r) Great Underwear Debacle
It’s Friday, which means its time to stop talking weddings and start talking travel bloopers. Here’s one from high school, and like last week’s (in which…
It’s Friday, which means its time to stop talking weddings and start talking travel bloopers. Here’s one from high school, and like last week’s (in which…
After last Saturday’s Canadian dance move shenanigans, I figured I’d post something a bit more substantial this weekend. If you haven’t heard of Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern…
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,…
I’m having a serious case of writer’s block right now, which is unfortunate because I’m supposed to be writing a review of a performance I saw…
Warning: I’m about to get kinda sappy. And philosophical. And I’m not even drinking. Earlier this year, my partner-in-crime took leave of our tap company, The…
I know, I know: it’s been a while. But it’s been one of those weeks and will continue being one of those weeks until about 10pm…
Every once in a while something happens that makes me think, “Sh*t! Maybe I should give up on this whole writing thing and just focus on…
Tonight’s date is going to be hot. Super hot. I’m wearing—actually, I probably shouldn’t tell you because there’s a good chance you’re reading this at work…
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…
This morning I spent a good three minutes standing in the bathroom, staring at my pink Schick Quattro razor trying to remember how to change the…
Number of students who performed sans hairpieces due to too quick of a quick change: 2 Number of times I freaked out about this: 0 Numbers…
Cardiovascular prowess is not my greatest strength. This became abundantly clear to me a few nights ago about halfway into my solo tap performance, when, after…