I have been away from my blog for so long that I couldn't find it. So after at least one hour of searching on the internet, and possibly opening myself up to popups malware etc I have found it. Now I cannot remember for the life of me what I was going to say? I know it was an incredibly witty one sentence rant that was completely unique and all my own (NOT) and I am sorry I cant remember it as people would have benefited from my insite. Oh well maybe it will come to me.
I attended a dance competition in Regina last night. There were really only two people onstage - Grace Jarvis and Kaida Cochrane. Well at least they caught my eye the most. There were a lot of parents, siblings, grandparents, and assorted family members all sitting on straight backed chairs in the Performing Arts centre. The paying guests were privileged to be allowed in to the auditorium where the performances were going on. As this was not my first rodeo, I was aware the entire building and all that were in it were slaves to the adjudicators. No one came in during a performance as that might disturb the adjudication. No one left during a performance for the same reason. Guards called "volunteers" attended the doors and I was thankful that I live in Canada and they were not armed guards however the result was the same. Those who tried to come or go quivered in silent fear until the "volunteer" opened the door to allow egress and access.
As for the volunteers, I know who you all are. You are the husbands who were told "I am getting that kid to the hall, in full makeup with a costume and with hair extensions attached and fluffed and sitting in the basement with her until it is her time to dance and after I am getting her undressed, and out of the hall ALL BY MYSELF. The least you can do is watch the door."
Anyway, I love dance competitions. I may be a masochist.
