Saturday, January 23, 2010

Wacked out dreams of chocolate cake

Last night I dreamed I was at a beach party. Someone was cutting up two HUGE cakes (about as big as a big screen tv) with frosting, both a white and a chocoloate, and putting the huge slices into these enormous tall cups. I asked for the white cake at first, received a mammoth piece, and then sat down. Then I realized I wanted chocolate too. So, I went back and asked if I could have half vanilla and half chocolate instead. Someone offered to eat the other halfs of the chocolate and vanilla pieces for me. I was happy about this.

What the????... This is like the seventh time I've dreamed about desserts, needing the chocolate or vanilla cake, or cookies, or cupcakes. I never actually get to the eating part in the dream but my body is just craving whatever dessert I see in the dream! Can someone please tell me WHY I dream about things like this???

PS I'm going to go out and find some cake now.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Queso. And bird solos.

Queso, oh how I love thee. How I consume you more hour by hour.
What is IN that stuff anyway? Makes me think of "So I Married an Axe Murderer"-- they must put something in it that makes me crave it fortnightly.
Yep, that's all I've got today. Queso is yummy. Or, as Rachael Ray would say, "Yummo."
AND, I got to perform two short solos today, with the company, at an elementary school. A lot of dancers look at these shows as a hassle (most of the time I do), but as I thought about that this morning, I realized that there probably isn't another audience out there that is more excited about seeing us dance in our flower, stamen, and bird costumes. They get out of class! They get to learn about the Rainforest! Sweet!
I have come to the conclusion that there is no better venue or audience than an elementary school. They don't come and dutifully watch in order to get their yearly fill of culture, or are dragged there by their wife. They have their eyes glued on you the whole time (except when they are poking the little girl/guy sitting beside them on the gym floor). They might not have seen anything like us in their whole lives. The wonder! Wow. I wish I could go back there, a little eight year old Gina, seeing her first ballet.
But dancing for a roomful of little "Gina's" will have to do instead-- and it was insanely fun. I got to dance the part of a bird which, as you probably know, made me euphorically happy just in that fact. During one of my solos, a kid started clapping at one of my steps that wouldn't normally get applause from a "traditional" audience. Give me a gymfull of K-three kids any day over an audience too scared to clap at what they think they should clap at, but is too afraid of looking silly. Thanks, College View Elementary!