Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The diary of a feis-er.
Once there was a girl who was best friends with Audrey Hepburn and bought all of her clothes from Anthropologie- oh wait, wrong story.
Last weekend I had a feis -or an Irish dance competition. It was in a High school gym, which was kind of a let down to tell people after the last one, because I got to say "oh, it's in the grand ballroom at the Hyatt Hotel. Nothing special." Anyways, the following is a record of our adventures that day.
6:05 Wake up and hit the alarm, then remember it's a feis day and jump out of bed singing.
7:00 Shower, Have wig straight, shoes ready, and attempt to put on makeup.
7:30 Completely slaughter makeup and make mom redo the whole thing.
7:45 grab dress that mom spent all week fixing (which is how I know she loves me a whole lot) and my half asleep brother and go!
8:05 Arrive 5 minutes late and look out for teacher to avoid reprimanding. Buy new shoes to replace the ones with the soles half off, listen to mom tell me that is the ONLY thing she is buying today(Then asks what She can get me for lunch) and Pin on #333- which of course must be lucky.
8:45 And the dancing starts!- late too of course-Listen to an Irish lady sing the National anthem which is kinda weird and then line up for my teams dances.
8:50 Ask girls from different schools if they want to be best friends and then smile turn away awkwardly when they stare at me.
9:30 Finish my 2,3,4 and 8 hand dances and say I'm not going to check results then give in and go look
9:35 get 2 2nds and a 3rd! and laugh because our school has 14 firsts and our rival has 1.
11ish after waiting for an eternity, wake up and go see if its time to check in for solos. It's not so I watch the champions with my mom and listen to a lecture on which dresses are the best and how she is going to make mine the prettiest.
11:30 try to check in at least 6 more times before finally going on stage.
11:35 do the most amazing slip jig then do the most amazing slip. ( slip- slip jig- I thought it was funny) but get back on time and finish the dance.
11:50 Dance single jig and then run like a madwoman to check results, and guess what? I got 2nd! Pretty good eh?
1:30 Wait for another eternity til after lunch when its finally it's time to start novice solos (Novice comes after you move out of beginner, I felt really important about being in Novice until I learned that it means beginner. I just can't win.)
1:40 Dance my favorite dance, reel, and completely blank on the last step. Try not to cry and then talk to mom and cry anyway. I've really got to stop doing that.
2:00 Decide not to care so much about the rest of my dances and just have fun. and as a result only place twice, in reel and light jig, but do victory dances with my friends when they win and get more stares from girls from other girls. I want to say well you have a weird wig then realize I kind of do to and just smile.
4:40 LAST. DANCE. By this time the heat is close to 80 and everyone is pretty much burned out. I feel like Roly from 101 dalmatians. "I'm hungry, and I'm tired, and my feet hurt." Watch as John waves and then falls asleep in front of the stage.
5:00 wait for at least 10 minutes for the last results to be up and entertain myself by spinning in circles and skipping up and down the hall-very mature- then find out waiting was pointless because I didn't place. very nice.
You know, I didn't really place that great, but I had the funnest time just dancing, and I'm really glad I get to go to these things. I'm glad I have a family that will sit and watch me in disgusting heat for 10 1/2 hours and buy me $160 shoes and drive me across town 3 times a week for classes and everything else. I am the luckiest girl in the whole entire world hands down.
Last weekend I had a feis -or an Irish dance competition. It was in a High school gym, which was kind of a let down to tell people after the last one, because I got to say "oh, it's in the grand ballroom at the Hyatt Hotel. Nothing special." Anyways, the following is a record of our adventures that day.
6:05 Wake up and hit the alarm, then remember it's a feis day and jump out of bed singing.
7:00 Shower, Have wig straight, shoes ready, and attempt to put on makeup.
7:30 Completely slaughter makeup and make mom redo the whole thing.
7:45 grab dress that mom spent all week fixing (which is how I know she loves me a whole lot) and my half asleep brother and go!
8:05 Arrive 5 minutes late and look out for teacher to avoid reprimanding. Buy new shoes to replace the ones with the soles half off, listen to mom tell me that is the ONLY thing she is buying today(Then asks what She can get me for lunch) and Pin on #333- which of course must be lucky.
8:45 And the dancing starts!- late too of course-Listen to an Irish lady sing the National anthem which is kinda weird and then line up for my teams dances.
8:50 Ask girls from different schools if they want to be best friends and then smile turn away awkwardly when they stare at me.
9:30 Finish my 2,3,4 and 8 hand dances and say I'm not going to check results then give in and go look
9:35 get 2 2nds and a 3rd! and laugh because our school has 14 firsts and our rival has 1.
11ish after waiting for an eternity, wake up and go see if its time to check in for solos. It's not so I watch the champions with my mom and listen to a lecture on which dresses are the best and how she is going to make mine the prettiest.
11:30 try to check in at least 6 more times before finally going on stage.
11:35 do the most amazing slip jig then do the most amazing slip. ( slip- slip jig- I thought it was funny) but get back on time and finish the dance.
11:50 Dance single jig and then run like a madwoman to check results, and guess what? I got 2nd! Pretty good eh?
1:30 Wait for another eternity til after lunch when its finally it's time to start novice solos (Novice comes after you move out of beginner, I felt really important about being in Novice until I learned that it means beginner. I just can't win.)
1:40 Dance my favorite dance, reel, and completely blank on the last step. Try not to cry and then talk to mom and cry anyway. I've really got to stop doing that.
2:00 Decide not to care so much about the rest of my dances and just have fun. and as a result only place twice, in reel and light jig, but do victory dances with my friends when they win and get more stares from girls from other girls. I want to say well you have a weird wig then realize I kind of do to and just smile.
4:40 LAST. DANCE. By this time the heat is close to 80 and everyone is pretty much burned out. I feel like Roly from 101 dalmatians. "I'm hungry, and I'm tired, and my feet hurt." Watch as John waves and then falls asleep in front of the stage.
5:00 wait for at least 10 minutes for the last results to be up and entertain myself by spinning in circles and skipping up and down the hall-very mature- then find out waiting was pointless because I didn't place. very nice.
You know, I didn't really place that great, but I had the funnest time just dancing, and I'm really glad I get to go to these things. I'm glad I have a family that will sit and watch me in disgusting heat for 10 1/2 hours and buy me $160 shoes and drive me across town 3 times a week for classes and everything else. I am the luckiest girl in the whole entire world hands down.
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