So I did class tonight, and I kind of sucked.

That is, I had all kinds of flexibility — full split both ways (like, “Boom!   I’m on the floor!  Whaaaaat?”) ; insane cambre action (I’m all, “I can see me arse from here!”  Okay, not quite, but close enough) — and my core was pretty solid, but everything else was a mess.

I’m all, “Turnout?  Wot?” “Oh, weight transfer, not: wait, transfer…”

And Tawnee is all, “I DID NOT JUST SEE YOU SICKLE THAT FOOT, BOY.”

You know, except she’s a nice ballet teacher, so it wasn’t that harsh.

Well, I should say that everything was terrible except my allegro, both petit et grand.  My glissade be all snapsnap.

Also, I sound like an idiot because I’m really tired.

Anyway, I felt generally pudgy and schlubby and out of shape, but at least I felt like a pudgy, schlubby, out of shape dancer.  So there’s that.

I’ve had enough time off.  Back to Being A Dancer.

That’s it for now.

G’night, everybody.

PS : The Unitard Hides NOTHING. …Nothing, y’all.