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Monday, August 01, 2005

Oh what a short post.

Yesterday was a big day. It had its highs and lows. But it's a good story.
Starts off with a big お知らせ for everybody because we have two shows to do, the big Yaizu one (filmed by cable TV), and a pay show in Fujieda.
My Dad and I had a conversation about clothes. Yes we did. It appears he's more vain than I am. *grin*
So he gave me a run down of the kind of clothes that look good on me and the kind that don't; it figures, being that I'm not wealthy or nothing, that I have a bunch of clothes that aren't exactly fashionable or vain, and as a result, don't look spectacular on me. Okay, don't look good at all.
So we get this plan for me to get rid of all my clothes that don't quite fit or that aren't very nice, and then we can do code red when I have like 3 shirts left, and hurry and get money for nice clothes from the home or some place when they realize what a situation it is. Yeah, sounds all good and all, but it's not exactly a fun thing to part with all of one's clothing. Especially when it's the middle of summer, all my nice clothes happen to be fall/spring shirts, and I don't want to swelter for a week until stage two of the plan falls into motion. I was kind of grumpy about it all, but then I decided that I may as well take the step of faith, and I spent the morning before getting ready for our first show getting rid of more than half of my clothes. Yikes.
So I was on a bummer. Get called for our last dance practice and I'm bitching about not being a good dancer and complaining about not looking nice on stage and not having enough clothes, and then bounce back (in true Florence style).
Some English teachers come and drop of bags and bags of forsake all right before we leave.
So Faith and Dad go off to do a sound check at the place where they're having the Bash, and they call a few times to make sure of our song order. We're running around wondering what songs to do. Initially we weren't going to do "Professor", because it's a song that I sing, and I don't do very well without GOOD blaring sound, good blaring monitor speakers...etc. So we were leery about it, on a huge concert stage.
Finally we decided to run with it. I said "I don't care if I screw up as long as anyone doesn't get mad at me afterward." So they seemed to like that and we went with Professor, Where is the Love, and Vida Loca.
And then Yosh and E make this catastrophic decision to freestyle clothing on "Where is the Love", rather than wear our costumes. Um, this poses a problem for me, because I don't have many clothes to "freestyle" out of. I'm running around going "is this fine? is this fine?" and getting one "no" after another, getting ANGRY, and I see the bags and just yank something out of the bag and put it on...
And I look at myself in the mirror and I'm like, "Oh my God...this is a nice shirt! This is...PERFECT!"
So I run out and jump in the car JUST in time, we drive down there, all get ready for our show...
And then we start. I sing "Professor" and of course I can't hear anything. Monitor speakers didn't help with anything except feedback. Great. What more can go wrong? I may as well wave at everyone on cable television. Howdy.
And then we go to do Where is the Love. Wow, I'm a singer AND a dancer. Hahahaha...excuse me.
So that was pretty good. That was our best show so far. The shirt was great. I was...like...whoa, total miracle.
And then we get home. Someone gets the marvelous idea for us to dive into the bags of clothes.
Just for your interest: I NEVER EVER EVER get clothes that fit me from these things. Maybe a shirt or two. That's all.
This time, I got an ENTIRE wardrobe. Can you say...miracle?
Five pairs of shoes, including two girlie sandals. I had been living off of ONE pair of tennies until this time.
Two brand new jeans. PERFECT FIT.
Three other pairs of pants. Including one pair of niiiice black ones. Fancy.
About 20 shirts.
So now I'm living in someone else's clothes...but I really couldn't care less. I'm so thankful...the Lord did the hugest miracle ever.
Before we call...he answers.

The show that night was wonderful. We all got free kakigori, someone stole my 500 yen coin but that's okay.


Blogger Elaina said...

I'm gonna post PICS of you
and your snazzy jazzy
dancing debut!

8/02/2005 1:15 AM  
Blogger Florence said...


8/02/2005 12:37 PM  
Anonymous Ryan said...

FIVE pairs of shoes? in one day? Gosh...that makes me want to be you.

8/04/2005 8:07 PM  
Anonymous batterie said...

I'm gonna post of you
and your snazzy jazzy
dancing debut!

11/08/2010 9:29 PM  
Anonymous labatterie said...

That makes me want to be you.

11/08/2010 9:30 PM  
Anonymous r4 ds said...

I gotta give it up to you for coming up with something original and not using a template.

11/08/2010 9:30 PM  

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