Holy Leotards Batman!

So after the first dance rehearsal, I thought we were getting off easy... until Sunday that is. Wow! The prom scene is this neverending marathon of "dancetastic" energy. From doing the jitterbug, to the cha-cha, to the hand jive, I think I may just have a stroke. My partner (Isabel) is great though and I think her and I are doing pretty well.... actually the whole cast is pretty darned good except Jeff Wright... he could really use some work (hee hee Just kidding Jeff). Seriously, we don't look all bubble gum and polished - we look REAL!

On that note, I watched the "audition show" that NBC (or ABC or CBS... blah blah blah) is having and at the end, all the finalists (Stepford actors) performed "We Go Together". Many things bothered me about the number and made me feel like I was going to purge my celery and peanut butter I had just woofed down (remember the diet). First, they were all wearing these ridiculously stupid outfits. The guys had the bright colored tees on with the label "D1" (or D2 or D3, etc... interpreted as Danny 1, Danny 2). As the bile was rising in my throat at the costuming, they started dancing. Needless to say I think I puked in my mouth a little. Robin Berger, our choreographer, should be proud. It was the cheesiest thing I have ever seen. Now granted... the "actors" did what they could with what they were given, but sometimes they have to feel a little dirty about bastardizing the original intent of the show.

We continue the prom scene tonight... ARRRGHHHH! The most inconvenient thing (personal bitch coming up) is that I refuse to go to a dance rehearsal with product in my hair (wow... I just said "product" on my blog... I am so gay! My stylist would be proud though... wow!...I just said "stylist".... you get the point) so I have to wash my hair at work. Let me tell ya', washing your hair in the sink is no easy chore and I end up having my own little wet t- shirt contest in the bathroom (I always win). But as Scott says, you have to suffer for your art (that's his response when ever you bitch about something).

More later!