
in the wee hours of the morning (9:30), as i opened my inbox and longed for a diet coke, i was delighted to see a message from my life long friend rachel. i opened it knowing that it was about meeting up for education week at byu, where we were once both attendees and hot single neighbors looking for a good man (now we have kids! the joy!) but i digress. rachel and i have shared a love of dancing throughout our respective lives, and for a couple of white girls, we can "walk it out" if you know what i mean. so it was quite natural that the email also included her picks (sarah and danny) for so you think you can dance.
and then she did it. she made me burst with joy by saying these words, (and i quote): "also there is something about mia michaels that reminds me of you. i can't put my finger on it, but i think it may be some of her vocabulary choices." now, you may be thinking to yourself, "what's the big deal about that?" i will tell you the big dealio: if i could trade places with anyone for a day or a year or 50 years, it would be mia michaels. i love her. love her. love her. let me qualify that, i know nothing about her personal life- i only know her dance and fashion and "vocabulary" sensibilities (i swear that's it rachel, because i think she talks like me too- remember when the audience boo'd her comments and her face got all snotty looking and she said "ewww, shut up". that was sooo me), and those sensibilities send me to a very happy place. also, she spends her day dancing with the most free, expressive, non conformist movements i have ever seen. that, my friends, is a day in heaven for miss kelly.
i have entertained many a roommate in my single life with my nightly interpretive dancing performances...give me a hymn, punk rock, or show tunes and i will interpret it with all my heart. it is quite breathtaking, (or so i've imagined it, i look just like mia michaels to my mind's eye.) julie d- i know you read my blog and never comment...how 'bout a shout out for all the times my dancing brought you to tears of joy as you laid in your bed waiting for me to let you sleep????
this cheering up came at a particularly good time. i've been depressed for days because grant refused to film me doing the wade robsen peace dance in my own spray painted shirt to post here. i just really wanted a go, you know?