Show is over and it was fantastic! I feel satisfied and relieved. I’ll write more about it after I’ve had time to reflect and recover from the week’s events, but here’s something fun in the meantime …
There’s always some level of chaos and craziness backstage; the last-minute technical details are getting worked out, wardrobe malfunctions arise, and general nervousness/hysteria fills the air. It’s all part of the fun. Here are just a few of the curious comments heard backstage at De Mi Alma Flamenca:
“Now would be a good time for a catheter.”
— a full-bladdered flamenca, too close to showtime to get out of and back into her costume/undergarments for a much-needed bio break
“Let me tie you up …”
— one dancer to another, offering to help properly fasten her dress
“I’m going to be a ho out there. A tango ho. A tang-ho.”
— a dancer in reference to her unintentionally low-cut dress
“Don’t touch yourself!”
— to me, when I kept putting my hands to my face in frustration and smearing my makeup
“After xx years of marriage, I think the booty shake qualifies as sex tonight!”
— a weary dancer in regards to a certain dance move that excites her husband, and should, therefore, be considered an adequate substitution for physical affection after an exhausting day.
“Rina’s taking a shit … leave her alone!!”
— one dancer’s sarcastic general comment in response to the constant badgering of our teacher before the show. (And no, Rina was not.)
“My ass is wide open … come on in!”
— no comment.