Seriously, I begged her: Remember, you love to dance. Just get up there and do what you love. Damn it.
I was crazy ass tired. After a week of not-great sleep we ended up in a room below people who must have exceeded the weight limit that the hotel rooms SHOULD have in place. So while the hotel constructed of popsicle sticks was good enough not to hide cameras in my room, they subjected me to the heavy footed, bad parents above me.
This heavy footed person (I assume the person with heavy feet also had an enormous body to go along with the feet. I refrained from going upstairs and knocking on the door to see just how big this person was. Were my assumptions correct?) thumped around LATE and apparently let kids launch themselves off of beds and throw objects (suitcases maybe?) around the room. It sucked.
The title of this post is a direct quote that I asked the front desk when I called and begged them to do something about the noise in #315. I did figure out how to install a noise maker on my phone because I neglected to bring the small one I own from home. The next morning it sounded like it was raining in the car as we drove to the competition. I had to uninstall the app because I could not figure out how to turn the damn thing off.
I opted to sleep with my phone on so that God forbid something went wrong back home where Tank, Mini, and Reg were home unsupervised (because you have all met Tank here, right?) and I wanted to be able to answer a dreaded: "Mam, your kids just did . . . " phone call from officer friendly. Leaving the volume on in my phone exasperated the situation because I got a few text messages that woke me up JUST a nanosecond after I had finally drifted off.
Anyway, unlike when Mini was trying to advance to the open championship level and we were racing around to various competitions each weekend, Curly and I hit one or two competitions just before a big competition like say, World Championships. Curly is already in open championship (the highest comp level), so our mission is to see what the judges think of her dancing. Mini dances in her uncomfortable costume and gets the bugs out. Sometimes the judges record NO comments - just like in the blogging world - 'no comments' bites.
All three judges commented on Curly's poor execution of her 'rocks'. An Irish dancing 'rock' is when the dancer puts one foot behind the other, keeps very straight locked legs, and then rocks back and forth with her weight while not falling out of position and without looking like she is ABOUT to fall out of position. (next time meet me here for a tutorial on a 'birdie' - especially Kari, who likes to Irish dance to her Riverdance tape, or at least she once did. Come on Kari - come out of retirement).
|The three judges' comments - there are also points and the judges' names included in the file. I have taken note of these judges' names. Shame on them - finish reading to learn why.|
|Some of the girls at awards taking a bow.|
Anyway, Ms. Atlanta happens to be African American. Curly first met her while we were in Vancouver. We were blown away at her athleticism and her talent. She took 5th at Nationals and Curly took 20th. Fairly accurate for how they danced.
So, over the weekend when she wowed us once again we were confused by her 9th place. I cannot help but wonder if some of the judges tanked her scores because she does not present like a typical Irish-descent type. There are not many African Americans who Irish dance. I hate to think that this girl was penalized for not being Irish. There are plenty of Italian, Polish, Swedish, etc dancers but their heritage might be less obvious than that of Ms. Atlanta.
I told Ms. Atlanta's parents that we were confused by her placement - that she deserved to place near the top, first in our estimation. The mom thanked me, and told me, "We are used to it."
I must describe the Florida people I encountered in another post. In a word: unimpressed.