Skinny, but smart

Oh, do I ever have a good story for you!

It's been kind of a strange week. Rumors have surfaced at my ballet studio (and, to mix my metaphors, spread like wildfire) that I have a drug problem.

Wow...

But not to worry! They staged an intervention for me on Wednesday. It really highlighted to me how much people care. I think I'll go clean. ;D

Apparently some Davis mom called Cara on Tuesday morning to talk about something important. Cara's knee-jerk reaction to any of the crazy Davis parents is "uh-oh". And that was the right reaction this time too! This crazy mom suspected that one of the ballerinas has a drug problem. She said that it was somebody named Megan(?) and that she's skinny, but smart. (That was Cara's favorite part, the description of me as "skinny, BUT smart".) Cara assured her that I do not in fact have a drug problem (other problems, maybe, but none with controlled substances).

It's actually kind of my fault. My sense of humor isn't always appropriate and I don't usually have as much discretion as I should... I was really tired all weekend because of the recital (not to mention the aftermath of the JPL conference, which I plan to blog about eventually), so at one point I joked that "I could really use some cocaine!" Of course, as soon as it was out of my mouth I realized that it was probably not the wisest thing to have said. I looked around and it seemed like everyone in earshot, including some crazy Davis moms, could tell that I was just being silly. Unfortunately, one 7th grader later asked her mother what cocaine was. The irony did not translate in the 2nd person account, and the mother decided that I must be a cocaine addict... (Granted, I think that she responded appropriately, given the situation. And I should work on making my editing function snappier.) If only she knew how much grad students get paid! Then there'd be no question as to whether I could afford a designer drug! Our big question is how a 12 year old could not know what cocaine is. Only in Davis!

Then the mom asked Cara if cocaine was a problem in the ballet world. Cara was just like, "uh, yeah...."

I'm never going to be able to live this one down though. At the "intervention" on Wednesday, Cara kept rubbing her nose and telling me that I had some white stuff on mine. Then today, at a party at her house, I made the mistake of having a lemon bar that was liberally dusted with powdered sugar. I quickly became liberally dusted with powdered sugar as well, and it fueled quite a few more jokes. My favorite so far is that when I asked Cara if she used $100 bills to snort up she replied, "no, I use licorice".