Had a dress rehearsal yesterday. No, I'm not dancing in black leggings. But I'm happy to report that the dress made it through the full routine without stray bits of Lorraine popping out - always a concern, I'm told. But it's really hot to dance in the dress, which is red and lacy and bling-y and cut up to there. I switched back to leggings as soon as I could.
I've been working with so many awesome people on this...adventure...and they all turned out yesterday. We were taking the pics for the Hamilton Spectator, which will run the feature either Thursday or Friday. I'll let you know.
Adam Higson showed up looking all tattoo-y and muscle-y. See those arms up there? Those arms did not look like that two months ago. Body by Adam. Call him. Damn, the boy is good. I mean, I was yelling at him that I hated him most days, but damn.
Mentor (yes, his real name) Sejdiu up there is swinging me about. There are some days we practice that lift and after about 8 times, he says "aaaaaaaaaaand at this point I will lift you. We don't need to do again today, right?" and then he winces a little. Poor guy. I yelled at him, too, that I hated him on some days. I believe I am a very difficult student.
Webgod Jeff took that pic, and a bunch of others. He got some great shots, and he has no idea how grateful I am that he helps me out like this. And as soon as I hit 'post' on this blog, I will whine to him to fix the picture, because Blogger is still messing things up and making me pout.