It’s Contemporary
* So here is how my last few weeks have gone. Work the “real” job from 8am til 4:30, 5ish, go to Lamz. Get home from Lamz 10pm to 11pm… watch whatever the most important show is that night. go to bed. get up, repeat. This has included Saturdays.
Thankfully next week is our spring break at the stu-stu-studio, so I get to catch up on all the wonderful house stuff.
* We put out our summer schedule yesterday, and you know if it’s making this blog, somethin’ happened.
One class is listed as the following:
4:30pm JAZZ/CONT LAMPAK Instructor: Brittany
well wouldn’t u know it, one of the kids is staring at the schedule, and announces in the lobby for all to hear:
“WHAT’S A CUNT? CUNT CLASS? WHAT IS THAT?”
oh lordy. granted, she was saying CONT, but it’s pronounced the same. I about lost it, and made eye contact with one of the dad’s who was present.
“uhhh, sweetie… ummm, that’s for “contemporary.” jazz & contemporary class. we just shortened it to fit it on the schedule. And by the way, never ever ever say “cont” again. It’s a bad word. worse than the F word.”
She of course had no idea, and was embarassed. We didn’t tell her what a cunt was, but I’m sure she ran home and asked her mom.
she probably should’ve asked her dad.
I’m just glad it wasn’t a combo class, like a cont/funk class. now that would’ve led to some awkward explainin’.
* In need of a good personal trainer? well don’t look here. Last week eric says to me “hey just a headsup, I can’t do Wednesday next week, cool?”
sure np I said (and yes I probably said the letters NP just to be urban and relevant).
Monday I confirmed. “you can’t do wed right? so we’re on for friday?”
yes indeed he replied.
So of course today, 11am, the dog goes nuts. And there he is, standing at my door. I open it, he sees the look on my face, and says “ohhh, did you say you couldn’t do today?”
dumbass.
