My weekend...

This, in a nutshell, is why I love weddings :-)

You're not a *bad* looking guy...

A conversation from yesterday:

Nicholas: Do you think my hair would look good like this (holding up a picture of Orlando Bloom)

Becca: Nothing you do is going to make you look like Orlando Bloom - if it would, I would have jumped you by now.

Nicholas: I realize I won't look like Orlando Bloom - I'm asking if the hairstyle would look good on me.

Becca: It depends...anything would look good on Orlando Bloom, but you're not him. I mean, you're not a bad looking guy...

My roommate Becca should go into politics - the debates would be entertaining.

Plug it in, plug it in

Does anyone have $10,000 - $12,000 I can borrow :-)

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That's not a fish!

I remember the first time I practiced this lift in the states - our artistic director explained it and I said "oh - you want us to do a poisson" to which one of the girls in the class responded "it's not called a 'poisson' - it's called a fish!" (see below if that doesn't make sense to you)

Out of curiosity, is it apparent how the girl is being supported in this picture? I ask because the first time I saw it done, I thought there were either ropes or a cleverly hidden hovercraft involved.


('poisson (f)' is the French word for 'fish')

The damn thing works!

So eleven months after buying my Prius, I am happy to report that the damn thing works. Not only that, but the mileage it reports is within 1.5 mpg of the actual...details below:

Tell me this isn't manly!

Watch this, then tell me ballet isn't manly - seriously people!

I feel cheap and used ;-)

Add 'sexually harassed by a group of fifty year-old women' to my list of things I never want to happen again!

Tonight I performed with Allison at the TRAC (Tomball Regional Arts Council) Ball. TRAC is the organization which funds the Houston Repertoire Ballet and as a result, when they say they want performers at a function, we drop everything and run. We danced the Snow Pas-de-Deux from the Nutcracker and it went very well. While returning to the dressing room, I asked Allison to unzip my costume since I can't reach the back zipper. This left me partially bare-chested wearing white tights for the last few meters of our walk. Sitting outside the door to the men's dressing room was a group of seven or eight older ladies. As I walked by, one of them said 'hi' in a sort of flirty way, then they all giggled a bit. As I reached the door, I heard another say 'keep your eyes up Sue!' to which Sue responded 'I'm trying!' I opened the door and went in - as the door shut, I heard them all erupt into girlish giggles.

Sheesh!