because I forgot?!

There's been a lot of awesomeness in my life lately. Black and white versions have been documented in less than cyber ways, but luckily some technology has been used for your viewing pleasure.

It happened on July 3, read here.

celebrated like this

in Love with him.

the awkward ballerina

so here's the thing. I took ballet, for 4 years... IN ELEMENTARY. and now I'm leaping across the stage with 5 other "real" dancers, 2 of them trained ballerinas. boo.

World of Dance is becoming my world for the next 6 nights, tonight's opener rehearsal was an added 'bonus' I didn't know about. Mr. Edwin G himself asked me at 5:45 if I could be at the DeJong at 6. again boo.

Turns out the opener was really a swap meet of dancing, the idea is great, modern doing cougarette jazz, ballerina's shaking their hips in ballroom fashion, and folk dancers making fools of themselves for trying to copy anything that uses upper body at all.

no, I should give us more respect, at least we have matty, he can dance better than any girl out there, most of the cougarettes included.

Folk dance, by definition, is hoping and skipping in various forms, and while its not given the credit it deserves, and can be extremely technical in its own right (Irish, clog....) Its just not a genera that melds to others, rather Folk Dancers don't leap, or cha cha. well, maybe some do. But I sure don't.

Pray for my cute legs, that they might break the 40 degree mark, pray that I don't awkwardly trip and fall as I leap with the ballerinas.

deadline weekend

I finally feel settled, the flowers are ordered, the cake has been chosen and the invitations are done!!! (well there are still a few stragglers, but basically) Saturday we chose music, finished choosing our pictures and met our awkward, but somehow lovable videographer for an interview. The Brown vs. Black tux battle has yet to break, but I'm confident that won't be too tragic, assuming I win of course :)

now what is left....

nothing, I can't think of anything....

oh wait.


his ring.
fine, I'm not done. boo.

ALSO... how in the world did we actually run out of invitations?! We shouldn't know that many people. I blame face book.

guilt

professor leatham talked about web presence, and journal guilt. An old friend named blog turned in its grave. I'm back, with lots of new thoughts, and a new busy schedule to weave blogging time into. but i want to write.

sorry Europe, you'll live on in a black and white memory, handwritten, and tucked away with the piles of journals that previously filled my guilt.

now for streams of conscience entitled, rain filled sunshine, God's characteristics, and the absolute infinity of primes.

Bratislava Slovakia

highlights...

-first fireside ever in slovakia

-the french horn during one of our songs

-2 euro's worth of ice cream, and wink at the vendor to add another scoop ;)

-daisy chains at the castle

-skinny dipping at the lake behind our hotel (it wasn't me!!)

vienna.

we were only here for two hours. beetoven's house was closed for those exact two hours. lame. but we got our heads in, and yes, there was a piano.

because a picture is worth a thousand words, and I only have time for fifteen.

Budapest...

a few videos.

1. running in the rain from our show back to the hotel.

2. Hero Square on May 1

Vienna... is coming.