Sometimes I do things that are dumb. I know. Hard to believe. Sometimes I'm busy and I don't take the time to use my noggin. I'll share this recent RARE brainless moment, and then it might have to become the-thing-that-we-never-speak-of-again . . . because I'm still not sure I can laugh at myself for this one. Unless of course, you find it entertaining and you encourage me with comments like: IT COULD'VE HAPPENED TO ANYONE (even if we all know the truth).
Coach and I casually discussed whether or not we'd serve turkey on Thanksgiving. We'd decided to stay home and enjoy the day just the 8 of us. Cooking a feast meant a lot of work for yours truly. Curly was scheduled to dance on Friday this year at Oireachtas, or to commoners like you Irish Dancing Midwest Championships.
Don't be offended. I wish I was a commoner and knew less about Irish dancing. Let me pause to imagine that kind of blissful existence . . . well, not possible.
Anyway, I kept hearing on the news: gonna be hard to score a turkey this year. I found myself at Costco one day . . . over a week before turkey day. There were fresh turkeys for the taking, well, technically the buying. So, I bought one. My only thought: WELL, THAT'S DECIDED. No need to come up with a different meal plan. It'd be work, but I knew what sides I'd do. I've done turkeys. They're not impossible. Plus, I had two college guys coming home. They'd be expecting turkey.
I'm not one to disappoint. Well, on this rare date, I was also not one to ponder that even though the date on the tag said 'sell by November 28', said turkey might not last that long unfrozen in 'me fridge. I also live in fear of not making it back to the store before 'XYZ', in this case, before all the turkeys were purchased.
You know where this is going, don't you? Ole Blondie here opened the turkey wrapping Thursday morning and decided it didn't smell all that fresh anymore. Duh. I pushed aside the ill feeling a moment later and rallied. Last minute turkey shopping, after all, waits for no guilt and WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? hesitations.
I called the grocery store. Fresh birds? Check. Off I went.
At first all I saw were turkey-sicles, aka the frozen variety, and my heart sank, but alas I spied a 19.15 pounder that was indeed fresh. I shelled out another $50, hauled it home along with other last minute stuff those of us with dancers need at the last minute, ie: the brightest red lipstick available for Curly, since she couldn't find her barely-used-for-previous competitions
WHORE RED stage makeup lipstick.
Our new, promising-not-to-give-anyone-food-poisoning-the-day-before-a-big -competition turkey, was still in the oven by the target time of 9 am.
I outdid myself with the side dishes and desserts and my brood was extremely pleased and stuffed. Success, albeit in a round-a-bout way. *see what I'm doing here, trying to gain some ground with you all, my faithful and supportive readers, who may have lost faith in my capabilities after reading the above nonsense.
All in all we had a nice relaxing day. Coach and I took a 29 mile drive to the venue where Curly would be dancing the next morning so that I could pick up her competitor number, wristbands, and buy a program.
Not gonna lie, it was a little distracting/irritating to have to get dance stuff prepped (shoes shined, laces changed, makeup bag organized, dress sleeves lengthened) alongside turkey prep but I've never had a kid dance on Friday of Thanksgiving weekend. We've always danced either Sat/Sun or just Sunday. Oh, how I loved getting it OVER WITH.
I went to bed crazy early to be prepared for the long day ahead. More on the dancing tomorrow or Wednesday (look at me, all undecided about how much time I have to write vs prepare for my trip to Scottsdale with Coach on Friday. He's teaching. I'm chilling - and by prepare for Scottsdale I mean make meals for the kids and make sure everyone has a ride, etc).
I'm going to share Curly's dancing videos here, if you're interested go ahead and check them out. You might watch one and find that is sufficient. No worries. I watched about 300 round of dancing on Friday, but who's counting? Mini and I videoed Curly's rounds with my phone from the livestream (they only started livestreaming during the pandemic, it's a perk - otherwise you could never re-watch your kid dance, but they limit how many spectators attend nowadays, so livestream it is). You'll have to excuse the sounds of Finn in the background. There's also the moment Mini forgot we were taping and pointed out the part of Curly's steps that aren't her favorite.
These clips aren't a perfect reproduction but we aren't allowed to video it live. In real life I find Irish people to be much more go-with-the-flow blokes and have-ye'self-another-pint-there types, and isn't-it-grand sorts, but the Irish dancing world is full of rules. Curly's the tall one in the dark green dress, and blond wig. Perhaps you might be wondering if I borrowed her blond wig for my blond moment while shopping at Costco the week before Thanksgiving, but alas I did not.