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Remember Lan? From yesterday’s post? Whelp, this is a video of her dancing. It was shot at a Zombie 5k race. In the United States of America, they unleashed a massive effort to get Americans more fit. So they also unleashed a bunch of zombies. Here’s how it works: Americans run through a forest, and zombies give chase. It had been working pretty well until they lost track of a few zombies, and now the American government is working hard to prepare its citizens for the impending zombie apocalypse. Anyhoo, that might explain why Lan, dancing with her running/survival medal, is so freakin’ jumpy at the end of the video.
Next up, Hilary. No zombies in this photo. Nope. Just
Jasmine Hilary. Hilary used to dance with me when I lived in Fredericton. I did not like Fredericton. But I liked Hilary a whole lot. I love the look on her face, and the crossed arms. She’s all: yah, I’ll pose for your picture. But know that I understand irony. And I am mocking you. Hilary told me that she was in love with this costume because it made her look like Jasmine from Aladdin. I know I’m stating the obvious here, but balloon pants? Who wouldn’t love ‘em? Also, this costume comes with ankle bells. Enough said.
Tammie is the one on the lower left. This was her jazz/ballet combo outfit from 1982. People, ballet and jazz should not be combined into one class. EVER. That being said, there’s a lot happening in this shot, what with the feathers, the fans, and the teeny-tiny flower archway. At the end of Tammie’s email she said that her mother strung all the beads on the flapper necklaces you see up there. And then I was all: wait… what? They’re flappers?
Next up, Shannon. You probably remember Shannon’s cake from Bake My Cake 2012. Because her cake freaked people’s freak. And you probably read her blog (A Periodic Table). This is a photo of Shannon and her sister, Ashley. Shannon is the taller of the two. Ashley is rockin’ a dance throw-down look. As in: she’s gunna throw down some moves. Hard. I believe Shannon is rockin’ the same look that 2.0 gets when he sees me getting ready to do an epic hitch kick in the kitchen. It’s a combination of awe and fear. Shannon was quick to point out that there are no photos of her actually dancing in her collection. Just a few like this, in which she is READY to dance. In skirted swimwear. Word.
Stephanie sent an email to say that she wanted to take belly dance for like, a bazillion years, and was always too afraid to register for a class. Then, in 2007, she “… got to a place in my life where I didn’t care about what people thought of me.” Welcome, Stephanie. We’ve been waiting for you. Stephanie says that she’s living proof that anyone can dance. She wrote: I am not the young, svelte, flexible nymph, but nobody can beat my shimmies! Stephanie is reprezentin’, people. What’s your excuse? Never mind. I don’t want to hear it. Neither does Stephanie.
Next up, Emma. You might know her from her blog, of agates and madeleines. You might also know her from my blog. Because her comments usually outshine anything I’ve slapped into a post. Oh, and she competed in Ginger 2011!
Emma sent the following message with her photo. It’s funnier than anything I could write about that shot of her up above:
I found you a picture of me dancing. Good sentence. I was going to go outside and take self-timed shots of myself jumping about frenetically, a Spice Girls cd in one hand, a Hanson cd in the other, while wearing my *NSYNC shirt. But that would take work, and I’d rather eat five day-old cake.
In this exciting promo shot, you will find me in the foreground. I am the possessed-looking one. The one who looks like she doesn’t need a back brace to help out her posture. This is probably because I had already had a back brace for a few years before the picture was taken. Winner.
The musical, Redhead, dates back to 2003 when I musicaled regularly. In this particular gem, I portrayed a whore named Tilly. She was famous for singing about Jimey Jimes, his billycock, and his falling-down pants. That loony limey.
FYI, Emma told me that she was going to send in some shots from another musical in which she portrayed a Miss Arizona beauty pageant contestant dressed as a cactus. I guess those photos weren’t zoomed in enough. And since Emma’s all about quality, we’re going to have to hope she can find that cactus costume and get some new photos taken.
And finally, this photo comes from Teri:
This is Teri dancing at her wedding reception at the Fort Dalles Riders Club – December 29, 1977 – The Dalles, Oregon. Teri says that she learned to dance with cowboys and anyone else she happened upon for that matter, because her hubby was always in a band. He’s playing bass on the right of her, in that shot up above. She wrote:
I truly believe this picture shows my nature. Dancing through life – so many kinds of music, so many kinds of opportunities = life! It’s all in how you use your own rhythm.
Teri’s photo sums up everything I love about dance. It will own you. And it will free you. It’s joy, friends. And it’s yours for the taking. Your heartbeat is the drum. Now get out there and dance…