seems like everytime i go to my dancing cousins' concerts i've got lots to say after. well, i guess it just gets me thinking about stuff because i'm sitting there in the auditorium watching the weirdest crap ever and i can't turn to anyone to make jokes because everyone around me is either completely engrossed in watching all the half-naked people convorting and whatever on stage, desperately trying to pick out which of those half-naked people convorting or whatever on stage is my cousin, or trying desperately to avert their eyes so they won't have to see the half-naked people convorting or whatever on stage. haha, okay, well that last one is mostly me and i don't know how many other guys in the audience dragged to the concert by their girlfriends or relatives (that excludes the tremendously gay guys dressed up with boas and scarfs and girl jeans yelling out "go jasmine"'s from the audience). so, since i can't release all those comments during the thing, all those thoughts (and jokes) build up in my brain and i come home with all these comments to make, for example:
1. okay, gotta admit, it's actually a pretty cool production, if you let your eyes blur and don't think that half the people dancing up there are in high school then you could be very entertained, i was particularly impressed by the coordination of all the stage elements and people, it shows a TON of work was put into it and i'm pretty proud of my cousin actually for being part of a big fat production like that... even though it was completely fruity
2. i think dramatic dancing is a big fat joke. i mean, sure it can be graceful and stuff, but really, it's just plain fruity, i gotta say though, i've been to a lot of these concerts for my cousins over the years, and this one was the first that actually worked in a bunch of humor into the dances, which was cool, because that's entertaining stuff.
3. guys should never wear dresses, even whilst dancing
4. guys should never wear tights, even whilst dancing
5. it should not be so difficult to distinguish dancing guys from dancing girls, yet somehow...
6. i think i might be a narcissist. okay, that one was kinda random, but hear me out... so in every dance they do there's like a "main character," and i guess when you're in that audience and you start getting caught up in everything, you start thinking that whoever that main character is, he/she is pretty damn cool right? but when that "cool" character is a shirtless (but wrapped up in some kind of straps, they like to have guys dance shirtless wrapped up in straps) long-haired fem-dancy guy you kinda have to reevaluate your thinking. haha, no offense, but that's funny. anyway, got me to thinking that if i'm thinking all these main characters probably get tons of cool points then that must mean that i subconsciously revere that kind of attention huh? think about it... i do like to show off stuff, heck, look at this blog! i don't mind not having window coverings yet because i'm not scared of people looking in and seeing me eating breakfast or reading the newspaper. i like having mirrors in my house. i'm not afraid to talk in front of a lot of people and i enjoy performances. i think i might be narcissistic. maybe that's why i liked band so much. wow, i'm having like revelations here, phew.
anyway, those are my thoughts for tonight, and now to bed! to bed i said!
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wow! i must say i particularly love reading about your dancing cousin. it's just so funny. the fact that you actually sit through these productions is quite impressive. i totally agree about guys in skirts and tights. oregon is a big cycling place and guys are always walking around with bike short on - YUCK. i don't wanna see their "package" especially when it is schweaty.
it is pretty interesting how people get into things (dancing, art, music, sports, etc) and spend so much time perfecting it. i am way too ADD for that. no time for perfection here. more power to them and it's good that people can appreciate all the time and energy they put into it, even if it's hideous.
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