You know how when you're watching a dance recital (or anything that requires a stage) , when there's that brief moment between dances where the lights go off, and the dancers run off the stage? Well, in my dance recital (with P.U.D. dance studio) that was a very stressful moment, because my jazz dance required several props (including, but not exclusive to: a derby hat, a men's suit coat, and a mustache. Yes, I said mustache.) all of which we threw to the back of the stage while we were dancing. This means that in that five, maybe ten second pause where the lights go off, all 15 girls in my dance class had to grab, in pitch black, as many hats, coats, and mustaches as we could carry. It would be a miracle if this went flawlessly. So, in a panic of thinking I was the last one on stage and that the next dance would start any second with me still looking for a mustache, I grabbed a coat and a hat, and sprinted for the curtain. Of coarse, I was not the last one on stage, so in the midst of my frenzy, I found myself falling face forward , accompanied with an earsplitting THUMP!, and then thinking "how did that happen?" Then, with a pain in my hip I was sure was going to be bruised by tomorrow, I recognized a tall outline of a person standing over me. It was my friend Lily, from dance. I had run right into her. She was cracking up, as was the rest of the auditorium. I was so glad they couldn't see who it was in the pitch blackness, and I ran off the stage.*The picture above is of one of my dances in the recital*
The family camping trip was also really great. Then my youngest and most adorable cousin, Riley, got pneumonia. She then passed her sickness onto her older sister, Madison. So that was just about as fun as two vomiting sisters can get. The Michigan trip was also very fun. The water was 52 degrees, and FREEZING!! But it wasn't so bad, because then we just got to lay in the sand. I got sunburned all over my legs, back and face from that.
So, by now, you are probably extremely jealous from all I've accomplised since June 19th. I hope your vacations were better than mine, but those were just the bad parts of my trips. For the most part, I've had a pretty good month. But still, I hope your month was at least a little bit better.