My versatile and creative efforts at hip hop dancing have not gone unnoticed here. My first weekend here I impressed a room full of white, Mormon, 30-somethings, with my urban moves and gained notoriety in my ward as the go-to girl for all things ghetto. Last weekend my skillz were tested when I agreed to choreograph and teach a hip hop routine to some honest to goodness inner city youth. Up until that point, I would have to say that I was probably the most inner city youth-like person I've ever encountered, which is saying absolutely nothing. But Saturday, I drove into the city and showed the girls my stepz which were met with polite smiles and I think some random, possibly imagined, applause. Then they all asked if I had something less like Michael Jackson and more like "Bring It On," which, although I have tried re-arranging it multiple times in my head, can not be taken as a compliment. In order to remedy this situation, I've started looking for some hip hop dance classes in the area. So far, I've found two possibilities. Option Number One or My Backup Plan
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Sometimes I'll be sitting at my desk daydreaming, and the thought will pop into my head, "Wouldn't it be so crazy if I just up and moved somewhere?" And then a little while later, I'll be like, "Oh yeah, I did that and I don't live in Utah anymore." That's so weird. I can't believe when I look outside it isn't Utah. It is a completely different state, with millions and millions of people, and tall buildings. I look around and none of the people I see are Utahns. When I drive to work, and the car in front of me has a Massachusetts license plate, I still think, "Wow, a Massachusetts license plate, you don't see that very much." And then it hits me that no, I see that everyday.
And then there are times when I remember that I'm not in Utah. Like today, when someone mentioned, to the astonishment of everyone within earshot, that they were married after a four month engagement. Similar to the reaction I had after being introduced to the concept of the two year engagement.
And then there are times when I remember that I'm not in Utah. Like today, when someone mentioned, to the astonishment of everyone within earshot, that they were married after a four month engagement. Similar to the reaction I had after being introduced to the concept of the two year engagement.