.: Elaboration :.

As requested...

This starts out early Thursday morning as I have a 5:45 call to be an extra. Not a phone call. The phone call I made 10pm the night before. This to confirm that I would wake well before dawn to be backround for the Jennifer Aniston/Vince Vaughn movie. I was asked to carry four different outfits with me which I did. They used none outsde of my scarf and my friends hat. I had to be sent to wardrobe which had lent me a beautifully stylin' coat. I'd debate if it was worth the paycheck to return.

After HOURS of waiting, though probably the shortest amount of time I've had to wait as an extra, I finally walked in front of the camera past Vince and Jennifer. Then proceeded to do _that_ for hours.

I do miss working on films. Later this year....*crossingfingers*

From there to practica. I was delirious enough at that point but still had mind enough to learn alot and teach a bit. Incredibly successful and cannot wait until the next one.

From there to Lansing. Went with Jer on a road trip. Decided on that while on set. Reminded me of the random road trips I'd have on the fly with Dallywacker and the Boys or Kitty-girl. Slept most of it but woke up to strumming guitars. Sweet. We started off by visiting Jer's old place on a whim. Luckily his old roommate, Mark, just happened to be there. We played hours of pools where I sucked until I had a GORGEOUS three ball run to win the last game. And I got some sweet sweet herbs... Mint tea anyone?

Then a eclectic tour of Lansing including a fish ladder, the Lansing City Market, a beautiful chapel, and the Hall of Justice. Next, dinner with the best family of Napoleon Dynamite fans along with amazing food that I could not pronounce and yummy yummy coffee. Turns out they come from the same town as mandapance...Small world...

Finally to the swing dance party that was partnered with the Ballroom club. Ugh. I have to say that I felt a bit exasperated. Its been a while since I've traveled to a place that I didn't know one person. Sure I knew Jer but he didn't even bother introducing me to his own brother so he was socially worthless. So it came down to me actually growin some balls and asking people to dance. I was afraid to ask the ballroom people b/c well, I know Im not as good at ballroom dances. But I did it anyways and got quite a few nice dances. I'd forgotten how much I actually did know. My uncle taught me well...

So now with the swing dances.... I have a confession. Well, and this is where the blog lives up to its name, yes? *sigh* I am a dance snob.

I'm not as bad as most folks but nonetheless... I am a snob. But I couldn't bear these little swing dancers goofing and paroding the ballroom dancers. Yes, my feelings were a little hurt when only one dancer asked me to dance. BUT COME ON... when a lead asks me if I took the East Coast lesson before the dance BEFORE he even actually gets on the dance floor with me? Are you serious??? And I had to grin through a half assed lindyhop after that question?

I did have fun at the end when I did get to talk and hang out with dancers. There was one exception and I could blame lack of sleep and crankiness.... yet... I hate HATE women that are self-centered, attention whores that have to put others down to get that attention. I don't bloody care if you can say that alcohol plays a part in this outrageous performance. I don't care if they say that they say that they are just being frank and honest. Hiding behind booze and tactless "honesty" is a cop-out.

The reason I hate these people? Because I was her at one point and I wholly regret hurting others to make myself feel I am the important one.

*off soapbox*

Then back to Chicago where Jer and I tried to sleep on the bus. Little success there but good effort was put forth. We hit the ground running once we got into the city.. . So much for a quiet break from the city.