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Dear Paul,
October 17, 2005
This weekend I was depressed. Why? Because I haven't been dancing. There is the occasional Saturday salsa night at the 13th floor, and the brief bursts of inspired choreography in my room (or in my car...). But I haven't been dancing. Not really.
When I see myself wallowing in the dark depths of dance deprivation, I pull out my stack of DanceTroupe dvds. It is the ice cream to my depression, the Titanic soundtrack to my breakup, the shiny red car to my mid-life crisis, the gorgeous bronzed poolboy to my divorce.
With the Spring 05 performance still fresh in my mind, I opted for Fall 04. I was trying to remember the dances when I found Wardrobe Malfunction. I watched, marveling at the 4 minute product of a semester's worth of rehearsals. I remembered how we were always able to pull our shit together, and this dance was no exception. We came together fantastically. Of course, I had to break out the BU video and watch us do it all over again two months after the DT show. Amazing: how much better we were than that other group that used the same music. Amazing: that Christina was missing, Ashley had barely learned the dance to begin with, and we still managed to get on top of it all and show the BU kids just how we do across the river. How wonderful to hear our friends cheer from the audience!
Thank you for teaching us that dance. It was the bomb diggity, and, someday, my kids will want to strangle themselves from the repeat viewings of a dance that shows just how awesome mommy & her friends were back in the day.
with love,
Anna
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