We’re so glad you could attend, move along, move along
Whew.
Ballet Recital Madness is over for a year. Yay!
Friday we headed off to Big City at 5 p.m., and arrived home at 11. Saturday, we headed off to Big City at 5 p.m., and arrived home at 11:30. Amazingly enough, there were no meltdowns related to extreme tiredness.
There’s a great cultural difference between the ballet studio we went to in Small Mountain University Town and the studio we’re going to here. There, there were kids all over, giggling and laughing and having fun. You could watch other classes through the one-way glass, and all the little girls loved sitting in the doorway and watching the bigger girls doing their routines. The teachers for the littlies were pretty relaxed, and there was lots of hugging and kissing.
This studio currently has only one class going at a time, so there’s none of that mixing. And it’s run by–as one of the other backstage moms put it–The Ballet Nazi. This is Serious Stuff, girls!
So it wasn’t as fun for OmegaDotter, and there’s talk of switching to ice skating instead. Jazz dance would be more fun for her, I think, but they start at 7 years old.
The atmospheric difference also showed up in the performance.
Which is to say: Wow.
Really.
These were some awesome dances–great choreography and disciplined dancers. Even the younger ones. The end result was that it was a professional performance (almost). So The Ballet Nazi comes through in the end.
We’re all dog-tired. But OmegaDad, though tired, is on A Mission…he’s building a chicken coop in the stable attached to the Villa.
(The moose was still alive when the pickup hit it. It was not alive afterwards. Luckily, it was a young moose, so the truck and the driver survived.)
