Nothing to do with crunches

It's time for the Davis Dance Project again! If you're in the area, you should come see one of the shows tomorrow :). We're doing 3 short fairy tale ballets. They're all pretty cute. I have the much coveted role of the dead grandma in Little Matchgirl. It actually has some of the hardest dancing of the whole show. I insist that everybody refer to me as "young, hot grandma". And why not? Since I'm dead, I can be whatever incarnation of grandma I want! You definitely want to see me with white hair. Jenny thinks that the picture I took to document it is very myspace, but I think it needs the enhancements of the bottom version to truly match the deceptively attractive criterion of 14-year-old myspacers...

I'm also cast as part of a very psychotic gingerbread house in Hansel and Gretel and as a member of the wolf's posse in Little Red Riding Hood. Yes, I really shake my tail ;).

On Wednesday night during tech rehearsal, to maintain entertainment while we were waiting in the wings to run Little Matchgirl, I invited people to feel my abs. (Next think you know, I'll be one of those guys that tells you to punch him in the stomach.) Everybody was suitably impressed. Kelly thought they felt like bones and asked how they were so hard. Carol-Anne's theory is that my washboard stomach is from my Christmas food poisoning. Um, yeah... Throwing up does really work the muscles. So that's probably it. I'm sure all the crunches I do are beside the point. :P