The life of a professional dancer is not always glamourous

Sure, you travel to exotic locales.  (Baltimore.)

And do shows in the most exquisite of venues.  (Baltimore Country Club Timonium.)

And perform for VIPs (the kids and their parents at the club’s Back to School Luau.)

But sometimes, this is not all it’s cracked up to be.

Occasionally, you pull into a parking lot at a gig, and rushing to be on time, you run over a randomly placed concrete slab in your parking spot, crack your radiator, and a huge cloud of steam rises from the hood of your car.  Then after your show, when you pour a gallon of water into your coolant reservoir, and it boils out immediately, you realize you’re not going to make it home.  At least not in that thing.  And that the tow, parts, and service equal (or exceed, because you haven’t received the final bill yet) the money you’ve earned for the gig.  And you have to call an ex to get you home.

Ballet

Ballet is really difficult and a bit boring and makes you feel weak and slightly uncoordinated, but is still rewarding somehow.

This is for you, Elizabeth Willmott!

Well, it’s not really for you.  It’s for me!  But thanks for the encouragement.