Well, Jessica (Miss North Carolina) made 5th place (or 4th?)! D and I went to a friend's apartment, met up with other classmates and enjoyed gingerbread and pageantry on Saturday night. Friday night I attended a bronze foxtrot lesson taught by the Crowders, where I made a fool of myself, but learned a whole lot, especially in the realm of terminology. Then it was Chinese and karaoke with the NCSU dance team at Cody's, and then a late-night foray to Krispy Kreme, where frantic preparations for the Krispy Kreme Challenge were underway.
One of the DWW dancers is a volunteer at the Challenge and has done the race in years past, and says the whole run-2-miles, eat-12-doughnuts, run-2-miles event is a pukefest all over downtown Raleigh. I don't think I'd be a very motivated Krispy Kreme employee understanding that the lovely, golden, delicious (you can tell that I LOVE DOUGHNUTS) doughnuts I'd labored on would become splats on the pavement of Peace St. in under 12 hours. Gross. I know that eating a dozen doughnuts sounds like a stroke of genius notion this morning, but I'm sure that by doughnut #3 I'd be chewing pretty slowly, and by #5 I'd be too blurgy to move for the next 12 hours, much less run 2 more miles. Let's do a little basic math here... 12 doughnuts = 2400 calories consumed. 4 miles run = 400 calories burned. Which equals a surplus of 2000 calories, a monster stomach ache for the entire weekend, a guilty conscience, and a strong desire to never see another doughnut again. I can see that this isn't cost effective.
Yesterday was a drive up to Greensboro (we made it in about 1 hr. 15 mins.!) for a 3-hour waltz lesson at the Grange, taught by the Crowders. Tons o' fun! There were all sorts of fun people and dancers on the UNC Charlotte team, and we all went out to Friday's for dinner afterwards. And I learned a very painful lesson: Do NOT wear open-toed Latin shoes when waltzing. BOTH big toenails were ripped off one-at-a-time by two different partners when they stepped off on the wrong foot. My toenails are literally taped on right now.
I can't stand being a Pisces! My horoscope is always soooooo boring...
- "Organize the kitchen to enjoy a meal at home!"
- "Looks like lots of action on the domestic front!"
- "Today is a day to relax and spend some time alone."
- "There may be jobs that need doing of the making or mending variety." (WTF?)
Are Pisceans supposed to be Amish or something?!
1 year ago
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Yes, Now don't forget to milk the cows!
I think the Amish make some pretty kickbutt doughnuts... I could be down with that!
I did a really fun qualitative/quantitative research paper on Amish media (newspapers, magazines, etc.) that gave me a lot of insight into their culture. It's pretty interesting.
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