|Someone got a new dress.|
A dancer, who is usually away at college, was in town for the weekend. She had nothing else going on and would be available and happy to give Curly a lengthy lesson. Between nap times and feeding the troops their lunch, I was struggling to find a way to get Curly to the studio.
Then I had a brilliant idea. (I have brilliant ideas all the time -executing them is often the challenge). Coach was heading out of town to attend a class in Reno for the weekend. When he got home that night, I asked him, 'Hey, what time is your flight on Friday?' Depending on what airport he was flying out of, he might be able to drop Curly at the studio on his way.
That's when he dropped way #4 that made me wish for just a few moments that I could be him: 'Oh, I don't fly out on Friday. I leave on Wednesday. Straight from work.'
How did I not know this?
His class ran from Thursday till Sunday - not just Sat/Sun as I had originally thought. He would be taking the red-eye home early Monday morning, and then he would go straight to work. Awesome.
My private lesson mission did not die there.