When I Don’t Have To See Myself In Tights For 3 Months

At first, I’m like:

But 3 months later, I’m like:

Sleeping Beauty

My gift bag from the CB Gala has been sitting over on my desk the past couple weeks, and last night I finally decided to rummage through it. There were some fun goodies, but the one thing that caught my attention was an eye mask sitting at the very bottom of the bag. No, it wasn’t one of those crazy/googly eyed ones or one of those awesome lavender scented ones. It was just a plain black one, or at least I thought it was until I opened the package.

Dreaming of sugarplums and McChickens.

ColoradoBallet.org was printed in stark white, contrasting the black polyester. It was just sitting there, front and center. I wasn’t sure what to think. I thought the point of placing your name on an item of clothing or accessory is so that you become a human bilboard for that company or cause? Ok, maybe I’ll use them, but who else is gonna see them besides me? I kept on thinking about this until I thought of the perfect place to wear them. OMG… The airport and on a plane! It’s one of the few places where most people fall asleep in public. I’m so ready for this. I’ve got a few trips coming up, and I’m totally planning on sporting them. CB should provide everyone with one for our upcoming trip to NY in early June.

So all of this got me thinking… Why don’t I do this for my own self marketing and the blog?

OMG… Genius airport fashion?

Traveling to my destination I’ll wear one mask, and on the return flight I’ll wear the other. Or maybe I’ll just wear a DOTB mask both ways. What do all of you think… Could this be the start of some awesome DOTB merchandise? I guess I probably should get more than ten regular readers/viewers before I can even think about that.

Rear-Ended

Via whatshouldwecallballet:

How I feel when people have no spacial awareness.

Yeah we totally agree with them. It’s pretty easy to point out the culprit(s) of this at CB, and we’re pretty sure all of you guys are able to do the same where you’re at as well. Like the image shows, it’s scary when you’re almost run over a giant bus, but it’s just as scary when a foot is about to fly right into your face or up your butt. We think there should be classes just for these special spatial people. Wrangle them all together and let them loose on each other. Think of it like when churches have a sectioned off family/children’s section. Tranquil and orderly on one side, but utter chaos just right after you cross that divider.

Local Luminaries Pair Up For Fundraising Dance Off

The Denver Post recently posted a photo gallery of Colorado Ballet Auxiliary’s Balleto Di Gala 2012. Check it out HERE. They got some great pics, but I think they accidentally left one out. Take a gander at this awesome photo of Artistic Director, Gil Boggs along with some of the lovely ladies from CB’s administrative staff.

I mean come on Denver Post, why wouldn’t you want this on your site? Well their loss is our gain; and yours as well. Hehe.

Guilt Trip

Thank God our repertory series show, Tribute, is over. Not so much because of the dancing (which I think was totally awesome), but because of the costumes. It was pretty much a whole bunch of mesh all over the place. Don’t get me wrong, the costumes were fine, it was just the minor problem of me having to give up almost all of my guilty food pleasures. Fast food was the main culprit. It was a sad and crabby month for me, but now all of that is over. A celebration was in order, a celebration of super size proportions.

Ok, I might have ordered two celebrations.

A couple nights ago let loose and reacquainted myself with some long lost friends. Who knows how many calories and a DVRed episode of Dance Moms later, I was KOed for the night.

Satisfied and feeling like Abby Lee.

There wasn’t much I could do after that, so the rest of that night was spent lounging on the sofa and watching movies on Netflix. The past couple nights have been just as awesome with other various foods that I have missed. Well, I should say that they were awesome until I realized that I have to wear white tights for a guesting in a week and a half… Crap.