I had Mini use my phone to text Coach to let him know that the party was cancelled and we were on our way to Indianapolis. He knew we were planning to drive to Indy Friday night AFTER the grad party, because the girls danced on Saturday. Later he admitted that the text message we sent from the frantic car didn’t communicate (to him - anyone else probably would have understood it. Just saying) that we were racing to get to the competition. He didn’t understand our urgency or the fact that Mini was going to compete after all.
The closer we got to Indy the more I recognized a couple of immediate needs. The car needed gas. I needed to use the bathroom. My first goal was to arrive to the competition in time for Mini to dance. Pit stops might jeopardize our ultimate goal.
We pulled into a gas station where I quickly pumped a whopping $4 of gas into the tank. I started longingly at the building, but I didn’t dare search out the public restroom. The clock was ticking.
The dancing venue ended up being about 3 blocks from the gas station. We devised a plan as we pulled up. I would drop the girls off at the main door before I parked. Curly would stop at registration and get Mini’s number. Mini would run to her stage to see how soon her group would dance.
There was a little pandemonium because the competitions had moved to different stages. Literally unheard of, but why not have that happen today? Mini was flustered when I got in the door. Once I helped her find her actual stage, we saw that she was not too late to dance. Her competition wouldn’t be dancing for at least 20 minutes. I hurried off to the bathroom.
We made it- in more ways than one. I must mention that another dance mom friend of mine was out front when we pulled up. ‘I just got a ticket on my way here,.’ Ouch. Been there, done that. Ticket I mean - never on the way to a dancing competition. Strange but true.
2 comments:
I can't believe you got there in time! I'm glad you did though! What a long drive that must have been!!! And I have never had Google maps offer a reroute during a trip. That MUST have been divine intervention!
Yep, all the cards were falling into place. Now if she could just pull off a first place win!
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