...nope. No trophy....
Last night's Tango Sensation (TM) was a blast. I'd reported that the portion of the night featuring the 'celebrity' dancing would be voted on by judges, audience and kids. I got there and couldn't see any kids. I thought maybe the kids would be brought in later. Then it got pretty late and I realized there were no kids. I was kinda looking forward to the kids.
Not to worry; we were still going to raise money for the kids. Connie Smith was dancing too; if you're from the area you know Connie - she was a CHCH news anchor for decades, and last year received the Order of Canada. She's really sweet, and kind. Lovely lady, who has already done a ton of great things for a ton of great charities. She's also done this event before, so I cornered her and asked for pointers. She just laughed, and told me to have fun.
The other guy dancing I didn't know, a radio guy.
While I was quite certain I could have won Most Makeup (I'll try to get a pic up; Ari isn't here, might take me awhile), when they announced that in fact, it would only be an audience vote, I realized Connie was a lock. Dazzling non-existent judges with my intricate footwork wasn't gonna be a factor.
Mentor and I went first. You want nerve wracking? Walk down from a centre stage on a red carpet onto a dance floor. Just the two of you. Wear a dress that could be on top of an ambulance. And then the music starts. It's only two minutes. You know these steps. But there are people right there. I made a bunch of mistakes, but Mentor kind of smothers them - it's awesome. We got through it, though apparently I has a wee wardrobe malfunction.
Arlene came (of course) and my sister Gilly and my niece Katya. I went to talk to them a little later, and Gilly said she'd been emailing Roz. Roz asked if I had any panties on. She'd watched the webcast. There is a part where Mentor lifts me and spins me around, then I do a split thingee before he sets me back down. Apparently, my dress got pulled up a leeeeetle bit too high - not hard to do since it's already split up to my hip. The combination gave flashy a whole new meaning.
I told Gilly to text Roz that the dress is all built in together; you can't show anything, it's all sewn together. It's just the illusion of ohmygod, not the actual thing. Gilly pondered this, and asked why I hadn't bedazzled my website address across my crotch.
See? We are sisters.
Connie did a fun cabaret number with a boa and everything. I decided I'd like a boa, though that would be like putting a boa on a Christmas tree, I reasoned. Connie had great audience involvement, the kind where they clap along. Not the kind where you flash them.
The guy, Greg Ross, had a beautiful dance partner. Really pretty girl. He kind of did nothing, but he walked around and she spun about. He told me later he hadn't practiced at all, and just before the dance, she told him to just go where she pushed him. He didn't even have any makeup on. How can you do a dance competition and not have makeup on?
With no judges involved anymore, and no schoolkids there, the audience bought ballots throughout the next couple of hours to vote. I hope they raised a bunch of money. The dancing all night was really beautiful and fun, and I think kids would get a kick out of it. The Junior North American Salsa champs were there, a brother and sister who were (I think) about 10 and 12. They were spectacular. I wish the kids could have seen them.
Anyway, they announced the winner, and the guy with the wooden leg won. I mean the radio guy. I was surprised - I thought Connie would walk away with it. Guess our respective crews didn't buy enough votes...
It was a really great evening. I'm met some really wonderful people, and I still have a heating pad on my back. Would I do this again? In a heartbeat.