Having a Ball-room! 1

If you’ve ever seen the movie Strictly Ballroom and thought the behavior portrayed was so extreme it must be a spoof, you would be wrong.

The world of ballroom dance is its very own planet. It’s hard to tell what the inhabitants of that planet truly look like because their skin is sprayed orange and their hair is covered with shellac, but underneath all that they are similar to earthlings, I think.

My daughter participated in the “Gem State Classic” ballroom dance competition in Rexburg, Idaho over the weekend and I went along for the ride because I LOVE ballroom dancing. Oh, and I love my daughter.

I still can’t figure out how sitting on my caboose for 12 hours straight two days in a row completely wore me out, but it did. I’m going to make a suggestion to replace bleachers in gyms with rows of treadmills and Bowflexes so at least we can work out while we wait and watch, and wait and watch, and wait to watch.

Spectator exercise equipment would also eliminate another problematic aspect of the situation – sedentary snacking. Since no other part of my body was moving for hours on end, I felt as though my jaw should make up the difference. I started out good, munching on a bag of raw veggies, fruit and whole grain crackers. But as time wore on, my discipline wore off and my caloric standards lowered. Maybe I subliminally thought I was helping my sore keister by creating more padding for it.

The competition was awesome though. The reason I sat there so long is because I didn’t want to miss anything.

Those kids can really bust a move. I would have thought I was watching Dancing With the Stars, but these participants had way more clothing on – an added bonus. It was nice to watch competent dancers who were wearing more than crumbs. There were, however, a couple of wardrobe malfunctions and I don’t mean in the form of rips or tears. The malfunction occurred when the costumes were designed.

One was an all-white dress with a black collar and a big black bloom that was tragically positioned a little too fig-leaf-like.

Another was a sassy red Latin dress that was gorgeous, until the girls turned around. Sparkly, ruffly wedgie?







One of my favorite sightings was not costume related, but grooming related. Out in plain sight of everyone, a teenage boy sat patiently while his mother worked him over with a pair of tweezers doing unibrow maintenance. Why this wasn’t taken care of until right before he was about to go out on the floor, I don’t know, but it’s a good thing he’s a wicked good dancer or I don’t think he’ll live that down among his peers.







WARNING: Bragging Ahead! My daughter and her partner took 5th place out of 50 couples in their cha cha division and her team barely missed the podium for 3rd place for their cha cha routine by a quarter of a point. She’s only been on this dance team for six months! She must take after me, even though I’ve never danced. I always, always wanted to and that desire must have nourished her psyche in the womb to come to fruition in her maturity.

I arrived home after 2 a.m. on Sunday morning completely fried, but satisfied.

Thinking back on the weekend, I wonder if staying up until 6 a.m. gabbing and laughing with my cousin who was kind enough to let me crash at her house to save on hotel costs could be part of the reason I am still soooo tired.

Another story for another day.

One comment on “Having a Ball-room!

  1. Reply Wesley Aldrich Apr 24,2012 6:31 pm

    Hey, My name is Wesley Aldrich! The coral colored dress is my partner and i! i love the picture! its super cool to!

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