Hello again!!
So last Thursday after I posted that blog post, we went dancing. It was a lot of fun, I met a bunch of people, and saw a few that I hadn't seen in a while (since Focus). We left a little early (11:30ish) because we were tired and falling over, but it was still really awesome.
Friday (I think) we walked around and had dinner with Ava, but I think that was one of our more lazy do-nothing days because we were tired from dancing (and oversleeping) the night before, so it was pretty uneventful.
Saturday, on the other hand, was pretty great. We went to the Mermaid parade on Coney Island, and I swear some people there just wanted to scar me for life. We saw tons of people dressed up, and in pretty revealing costumes too. The parade was pretty cool, but we couldn't stay for long. It was hot and humid and just drew the energy right out of us. I wish I had known we were going to do that, I would've brought a bathing suit and we could've gone to the beach and relaxed for a while.
Sunday was even better, simply because it was the Gay Pride parade and I took a tap class with Michelle Dorrance. I saw a lot of crazy and outrageous (but totally awesome) costumes at the gay pride parade, and a lot of motorcyles....which I totally wanted. There was even this one guy with one of those fruit-headdress things, and he dressed up his poodle which he put on a stroller behind him. It was so cute.
The tap class with Michelle Dorrance was so much fun. We started off the class improv-ing both with and without music in a circle one at a time, and let me tell you, there were some awesome people in that class. We worked on different restrictions, like one time we could only use our heels or we absolutely had to count what we were doing out-loud. Surprisingly, that was the hardest one for almost everyone because everyone wanted a syncopated beat. Then we worked on pull-backs, and I learned some new things having to do with them, but I don't really know how to describe it without showing it, so maybe I'll post a video when I get it down really well. Then we worked on super fast shuffles and nerve-taps, and she gave us tips on both of those having to do with how to make your ankle more relaxed and how to keep it that way so you can actually do the really fast nerve-taps. Then for the last half hour or so of class she taught us a combination that was pretty much all drags. Surprisingly, no one fell. I was impressed. It was fun though, so I'm definitely not complaining.
Monday I left NYC....or tried to, anyway. This is going to be an interesting story.
So.
I wake up at 2:30am in order to leave for the airport by 3. I get there on time and all that, and I'm at my gate. But I'm flying stand-by. So. They call my name, which means someone didn't show up for the flight and I was getting on. I was the 5th name called out of 6, which was supposed to mean there were 6 free spots on the plane, right?
Nope.
The 6th name called was Georgia Brown. This woman decided that she wasn't going to go up until the last minute, when they rushed five people onto the plane. I was supposed to be that 5th person, because my name was called 5th. But Miss Georgia Brown apparently absolutely HAD to be on that plane, so she stepped in front of me as they started ushering people in. I was seriously about to wreak havoc, but you know I thought they were putting 6 people on so I was okay with it. Then I got to the threshold and they said there were only 5 seats open. I tried to explain what just happened to them, and they said since she had already gotten on the walkway there was nothing they could do.
Needless to say, I was pissed.
So next they told me they would put me on the stand-by lists for both the next Milwaukee and the next Atlanta flights, and that I would be first since I was supposed to get on the first plane anyway.
Didn't happen. They only put me on the Milwaukee list, AND I was at the bottom of the list. By the time I realized that, it was too late. So the moved me to the Atlanta stand-by list...at the bottom. Very last one. Wanna know what number in line I was? 51. FIFTY. FREAKING. ONE. So I was like, no. That's not happening. They were over-booked on Atlanta flights until Friday, which means there was a good chance I wasn't going to make it out of the airport until AT LEAST Tuesday night. Owch. That just wasn't going to happen, no way was I staying in an airport over-night or more. Uh-uh. No way.
So I call up my parents. I'm flipping out, because I just don't want to be there. My respiratory system is shot (probably from the pollution, but we can't be sure. It may just be me being a sick-y), and at this point I just want to go home. They try to get me on a flight, but can't find a ticket under $350 from LaGuardia, which is just not happening. So then we decide I'd take a bus down to D.C., and from there fly down from Ronald Reagan. Well then my dad found a cheaper flight from the JFK airport down to Orlando at 8 Monday night.....needless to say, I took it. So I spent 3 more hours at an airport instead of 30, which I was okay with in hindsight. Not only that, but since my boarding pass printed without a seat assignment, the lady at the counter by the gate upgraded me to first class for free (it might have been because I probably looked like I'd been through hell, but I'm not sure). It was awesome. TV in the back of the seat in front of me, more leg room than I knew what to do with, and food. Lots of food. It was fabulous.
So I finally got home at about 12:30....and passed out. Because remember, I had been up since 2:30 that morning, and I couldn't sleep in the airport or on the plane, it just wasn't going to happen, AND it had been a super-stressful day. So I passed out, woke up at 9ish, had lunch with my mom and then passed out again until about 4:45.
But I'm home now!! Going to go see Brave tonight with my mother and brother, shopping for the month-long trip I'm about to take with my dad tomorrow morning, lunch with Grandma, and then hanging out with those awesome dancer people I love so much tomorrow evening before I pick Eden up from the airport. Then I leave Saturday (maybe Friday, it depends on how much those dancer people will kill me if I don't stay an extra night.....)
The next blog post will be while I'm on the road (probably), so it will probably be coming from my phone, so it'll be shorter...and not about New York, and not very detailed. Hopefully I'll have internet somewhere so I can write an actual post, but until then...yeah, you get the idea.
-Panda:)
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