So, I’ve been planning this trip to Chicago for months and months to see my friends finally get married. It was also about this time I had this great idea to squeeze in an early Saturday morning ballet class at the Joffrey Ballet before all the festivities commence. Great idea, eh?
I chose Joffrey based in part that the studios looked cool, overlooking the Loop and the river, plus it’s early enough that I can do it early and not have it take up my entire day.
I’m thinking, hey you get yourself out of bed early Saturday mornings anyway for ballet, why should this morning be any different. Well, I forget to factor into this grand equation several factors: I don’t normally close out bars much anymore, I don’t normally have to walk 20 minutes just to catch the subway, el, train, giant silver rectangles on metal wheels that smell like pee and despair, or whatever you want to call it.
So yeah, my friends like to drink, and stay out. I’d gotten soft since they had all abandoned me in Big City and moved up here in the last few years. Leaving me out of practice in the fine art of staying out all night and making it to ballet first thing in the morning.
Somehow I get up on time, no idea how that happened. So I’m showered, got my tights and stuff on and it just kinda hits me, I have no energy but to lay back down and watch Arrested Development on my fruit phone. I’m still thinking I’ve got time to make it to the loop to get my dance on.
Nope, that ain’t happening dear readers. I desperately want to go, it’s such an awesome opportunity, but I can’t find the energy to put my pants on and walk down to the el station.
Several hours later everyone is asking how was ballet, what did you do in class, are you any good, really genuine questions and all and I’m embarrassed to tell them I didn’t make it at all. I guess that’s all I was talking about last night. Plus they are all super supportive of my ballet habit. Actually one friends mom was a professional ballerina.
I’m sure I didn’t miss anything to incredible, plies in Chicago are probably quite similar to those I’ve done at home, which are remarkably similar to the ones I did in college. This is what I have to keep telling myself. I’m sure it would have changed my life, the experience making me into a ballet god.
Look out Chicago, I’m in the mother fuckin house!!
Random observations about travel and other shit:
• United Airlines looks strange with the Continental livery and logo, it just looks wrong.
• I passed on the full body scan, and ended getting the full body TSA grope search instead. If I get felt up like that I should get a dinner out of it.
• I’d forgotten how much I dislike Southwest Airlines.
• There’s nothing more rediculis than the SkyMall catalog. Light up Star of David Christmas tree topper, really? Uh, hello, Jews don’t celebrate Christmas or have Christmas trees.
• My friend has great wooden floors, perfect for pirouettes. So I at least I’ve got that.
• If your under 12 you don’t have to take your shoes off at the security screening at the airport, this makes no sense.
• A short list of airlines I’ve flown on that no longer exist: TWA, Brannif, Northwest Orient, Northwest, Eastern, Pan Am, Vanguard, Continental, Midwest…
• Security screening in other countries is much easier and less obtrusive. Don’t get me started.
• If there are no delays on my return flight I can make the Monday night class at Big City Fancy Pants Company School.