budget cuts and french fries

Ahhh, Happy Sunday everyone!

This has been quite the week of ups and downs.

Last Saturday we began rehearsals for a new piece that will eventually be added to the rep of the new company. The movement is incredible, and our director, Dorrell,  is a joy and a half to work with. He is so invested in the piece (in the entire program really), which makes all the dancers willing to invest themselves at the same level. We became open to repeat things over an over again, or throw our bodies against the floor repeatedly til everything is just right. Its a combination that will create something beautiful, and I can't wait to continue.

Wednesday, Dorrell informed us that there is a financial issue in the upper levels of the school. It will result in a cut of our weekly classes. We are a brand new program that has existed for an entire 5 weeks. We all were a little put off that past budgeting issues would impact our new program. Our director was put off, we were put off, so we decided our plan of action would be to email the man responsible our concerns. Now, I promise this will not be a blog of moaning and complaints so I will get to the point. Our emails failed miserably, and it became very clear that the only people really invested in us, was Dorrell. Our classes this Saturday were immediately cut and we had a meeting to decided which classes were less beneficial.

At the end of the week, I guess you could say that our first big battle as a program failed. On the flip side, I am actually grateful we experienced this drama. At the end of the day we all came together to fight for something we all believed in. It brought us all together as a group, maybe it feels more like a family now.

Friday night, I met up with an old friend for a drink in the Theater District. She has been living and dancing in the city for about a year now, and its been just about that long since I have seen her. It was so wonderful to see her and catch up. On my way home that night I realized how blessed I was to have a friend who was a few years ahead of me in the city.

Saturday night, I met up with a girlfriend of mine from Kansas City. She was working a dance camp at Columbia University, to my benefit. Some of the girls told her about a french fry place in west village, so we decided that sounds like a wonderful place for dinner. It is on 2nd Ave, right off of St. Marks. Its a hole in the wall, and all they serve are fries... and 30 different dipping sauces. Go big or go home right? We got the large sized fries and 3 different dipping sauces (and ketchup just in case they all sucked).

They didn't suck, it was greatness. After eating an entire meal of french fries, we decided to finish our night up with Pinkberry and Magnolia Bakery. It was like a carbohydrate tour of Manhattan, and it was fabulous.

I love New York City. the end.