Mighty List – Attend a taping of So You Think You Can Dance

Remember last week when I teased about going to the Bay to work on my Mighty List?  You thought I was going to eat, right?  Well I did but that’s besides the point.  I went to the Paramount Theater in Oakland to sit in the audience for the Season 8 So You Think You Can Dance auditions.

I KNOW!  Check!

I’ve actually received tickets to attend the LA tapings of the show several times but even though I live relatively close (1 hr flight) the tix are NOT guaranteed spots so it’s hard to justify the last-minute(read full price) fare. Oakland however is a 1.5 hr drive.

Regulators!  Mount up!

The Paramount Theater is gorgeous inside.

I wish I had a bunch of cool pics to show you but there were no cameras allowed inside, so you’ll have to settle for a series of me and Em imitating the dance posters out in front.

I know, I know. You are intimidated by our fierceness. After the 5th time I jumped to get this shot I thought I was going to pass out from the exertion.

Although I lack pictures I have mucho information!  But first I just have to say IT WAS SO VERY COOL!  We got to see Cat Deeley (much shorter than you’d expect), Nigel Lythgoe, Toni Redpath and Tyce Diorio.  We saw about 15 dancers audition (took about 2 hours) and most of them were very, very good.

The most interesting thing was to see what the judging actually looks like.  On the show they use the most provocative things that people say.  This makes Nigel seem mean, Mary seem crazy and Tyce seem like an overexagerated lunatic.

In reality the judges are very kind: honest and direct with their critiques but kind.  Before they started Nigel stood up and explained that a dancers performing years are very short (they will dance until they are about 35 if they are lucky) and that it will be filled with auditions.  A professional dancer must audition for every job they get so the ability to receive honest feedback for improvement is crucial. He said his goal was that each person would go home with useful critiques.

I have to say that the judges really delivered, each person who danced got very extensive feedback on what they could improve and I learned a lot about the difference between a good dancer and a great dancer.  We saw many good dancers, people who could physically do things I couldn’t even imagine, but I would say we only saw two great dancers.  One of them was a popper who made it through to choreography, the other one was a contemporary dancer who got a ticket to Vegas.

I would not have gone to do this if not for the Mighty List. I would’ve wanted to go but I would’ve talked myself out of it “You won’t get in, the tix will be overbooked”  ”It’s too trafficky” “Why waste vacation time to wait in line all day?”  I have this neurotic need to avoid possible disappointment.  This tendency can be paralyzing.  The list serves as a counterpoint, for every excuse I think “But what if I could happen?  Then I could check it off my list!”  ”My readers would be so excited!  I have to try!” Not everyone needs a list or a coterie of blog cheerleaders, but I do.

Thank you to each of you who read this blog.  You help me find my voice and live out my dreams.

Attend a taping of So You Think You Can Dance – Check!

Mighty List-Eat at Delancey

I get nervous about meeting people I admire.  Not that I meet people I admire that often but what would happen for example if I met Shakira?  What if she was a jerk?  Or really, really stupid.  It would be so disappointing.  I would never be able to enjoy the music again. Why do I have Shakira on the brain?  Cause I’m going to go see her in concert tonight, whee!

That’ll be a story for another day though.

Today’s story is about a restaurant in Seattle: Delancey pizzeria to be specific.  There are many, many restaurants that I would like to eat at but I’ve only listed a few on the Mighty List.  The ones that made the cut are there for the quality of their food and my emotional attachment to them.  For example:  Topolobampo in Chicago.  Arnold and I love to watch Rick Bayless’ show and we cheered him on like demented groupies when he won Top Chef Masters.  We have a personal (if imaginary) relationship with Rick and that’s why his restaurant made the cut.

Delancey was on the list because I absolutely adore Molly Wizenberg’s book “A Homemade Life“.  After reading that book, anything that Molly cooks is on my list.  Like Arnold and Rick, Molly and I are in a committed if one-sided friendship.

So I was practically obligated to drag 6 of my friends out to a residential area of drizzly Seattle two weeks ago to eat pizza at Delancey.  I won’t lie.  I was very nervous about how this would turn out.  What if it was horrible, terrible, ghastly pizza or worse, rude service? Everyone would be mad about how I convinced them to go there and Molly and me’s imaginary friendship would be irreparably damaged.

I needn’t have worried.

The pizza was perfect; thin and crispy with super-fresh toppings.  The salads we had beforehand were fresh and zippy with crunchy lettuce layered under the perfect amount of dressing.  Outside it was cold and rainy but inside it was warm and cozy and candlelit.  I couldn’t have been any happier with a belly full of pizza and a table filled with people I love.

Delancey Pizza

Delancey Pizzeria. You will be black and white but the pizza will be full color.

Then dessert came.

And that’s when things sort of went to another level.  Dessert was some kind of cream, honey and fig concoction.  It was insanely good.  I don’t even really like figs but there I was fighting over figs like a drunken sailor.  It was just like when Molly convinced me that I should braise cabbage.  Unthinkable.  But then I tried it, and I saw the light, and it was good.

Eat at Delancey:  Check!

Grace and Joy

Yesterday the internet told me to sit down and make a list of everything I do that fills me with joy and/or grace.  I was having a hard day and I like to make lists so I was only too happy to oblige.

1. Encourage Others-Verbal cheerleading is one of my best skills.

2. Eat peanutbutter straight from the jar.

3. Watch the light filter

4.  Hug my husband and son.

5. Cook something delicious for people I love.

6. Nap on the couch with Nutella

7. Help people make their homes beautiful

8. Write something honest and true that makes someone else feel less alone

9. Go to church and sit sleepily in the dark

10. Read a book where you feel every word

11. Sing very, very loudly as I imagine I’m a pop star.

12. DANCE

13.  Dream bigger all the time

14. Sleep in on Saturdays

15. Make a list and enjoy checking off each task

Forty by Forty

I love, love, love lists.  I can remember making them from the time I could write.  I also have this weird and vivid memory of making a daily schedule for myself when I was about nine years old.  I scheduled my whole day in 15 minute increments.  It included such things as “brushing hair” and “walk to the end of the street and watch the cows”.  I was really pleased with myself and showed it to my Mom.  She dutifully reviewed this lunatic preview of neurotic tendencies to come.  Then she gave it a gold star and wrote “Don’t forget to have fun!”

She wrote on my list!  Stars are fine, but writing… uh that wasn’t on the schedule Mom!

Anyways, all of this is to say that I’ve always found lists, schedules and spreadsheets soothing.  A sort of comfort in a chaotic world.  Plus like Monica Gellar would say “It’s just plain fun!”

So I’ve made a new list. THE list.  You can find it by tabbing to the top.  It’s called Forty by Forty.  A list of things I’d like to do before I turn forty.  I’ve got to tell you that the decade between 20 and 30 was an amazing ride.  I hope to make this decade equally wonderful.

I can’t tell you how happy this list makes me: but then again maybe I don’t have to, my little story about my 9 year old schedule pretty much says it all, right?

New list… for 2009

I made a new list, because well I love lists! Hopefully I’ll get Straight A’s on this one. :)

1) Re-design the blog
2) Fix the front yard. Everyone says it looks fine, but I don’t believe them. It looks like crap.
3) Paint more stuff/Buy stock in Benjamin Moore. (Arnold wants to “go wild in the bathroom with paint”, his words not mine. I swear.)
4) Become a rockstar at Tango. Easy peasy.
5) Turn 30. I think I’ll make it.
6) Go to New York and see In the Heights while it is still on Broadway with the original cast. Must. Save. Money. Diligently.
7) Learn some French.
8) Butterfly for 50 yards. (That’s right, swimming lessons are back!)
9) Get Nutty to obey commands 100% of the time. (This one is going to take the whole rest of the year)

What should 10 be? Suggestions?

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