ONCE AGAIN, CLEARING OUT EMAILS, THIS ONE WAS CLASSIC...
so here's a recap story from my weekend trip to the hershey theater. call me old school because i'm the only one that refuses to be on facebook, call me old fashioned because i won't send out 40 letters educating the masses (and making the disgruntled ones broke), but a word or 2 must be said about a young ballerina i saw perform on the stage in front of hundreds...
but first more about me...
i woke up sat morning and watched some of the aussie world cup match and texted with timmy about what a hand ball was. apparently it is any part of the arm at all, not the hand itself. i only played soccer for halftime as a kid, we got free grapes and oranges...
i brewed a "pot" of coffee and slunk back on my all enveloping couch and played poker online. thank goodness they have a play money option on full tilt otherwise i'd be just cresting over probably 4 million lost. yeah, i've won a few tournaments but the amount of winnings goes right back into the pot and lost just as fast as i have won. lost some real money too but when drunk you think you can conquer the world, and the poker world is no different. luckily though its only been a few live person cash games, and i won it all back over the years. i play live person real money once or twice a year, and i'd say i'm about even, if not out the $10 buy-in... i digress...
after my pot (8 cups) of coffee i flew down the stairs and grabbed my ticket from jmac... realizing this wasn't a suit n tie affair (hershey theater always seemed to be too hoity-toity to me.) i had a pair of nice shorts not in the filth pile yet so i got them ready for the show... pile, yeah right, if ya ever stopped by unexpectedly, the filth is all over the apt :) i'm a messy bachelor... i need a maid for my 3 rooms.... dad, whats the going rate?
so i ran to the sink, shaved the stubble from my face and head, showered, lotioned up, powdered down, grabbed my GPS (like american express, i don't leave home without it), and headed to chocolate town.
after a few traffic misfits kept me from getting there on time, and a woman in front of me in line moaned over her illegal bottled water (theater is a money making machine... this ain't the colonial commons movie theater) i sat down and 2 seconds later (no exaggeration) the announcements came on. i could have been more on time but i figured with 2 seconds to spare, it was close enough.
the lights dimmed and the groups upon groups of scantily clad 14 to 48 year olds danced their little butts off, tapping and kicking thru the typical dance songs and much were choreographed but some danced to the beat of just one drum... sorry emmanuel lewis, i got nothing for webster lyrics....
then the curtain lifted revealing the "kid-kids", we're talkin the aww factor was in full effect, and of course as if on cue the rush of "awwwwwws" flew through the crowd. after much scanning it was pointed out that carly was on the bleachers waiting to go. the little dancers in front of her finished their routine, and the young female version of barishnikov walked to dead center front row of the stage. (i don't know any famous ballerina names so his will have to do)... while other children performed in their own right, carly stood still and waited for her cue... even when she gave a wave to the crowd, she knew she had it.
music started, and while every other kid looked away, down, talked to their mother or father in the crowd, or looked to the instructor offstage for guidance, carly looked dead ahead and didn't just hit the routine, but it was as if she was giving a clinic to the rest of the kids. every beat was perfect, her timing was impeccable. every move hit every moment and it was truly impressive to watch. i couldn't remember if i tied my shoes that afternoon, and this girl didn't just remember the routine, wasn't just ready to perform, wasn't just amazing... she was perfection. it was as if she was Smokey in the movie "friday"...she stood over that now dazed routine as if to say "you got knocked the F*** out man!!!"
it was truly an awesome glimpse into her brilliance...
afterwards we all went our separate ways, i headed to Annville until i turned on the GPS and turned around, but i realized why those stage mothers do it... i couldn't have been more proud of my cousin, and she wasn't even my kid.
III
PS... the ol godson is next in line. he put on a show during the show of dancin, smilin, and kept the godfather and grandfather actin foolish and makin faces successfully making him smile... then we proposed he get on stage next, but they'd have to fashion a chair facing the back of the stage, have jon sit facing the back of the stage, and have nick peering over his left shoulder, dancing to the beat and smilin with that trademark cheeky face. it would bring the house down.
then again, i think we found our bassist for the 4G band... rock on (god)son!
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