I just got home from the closing night of the high school musical I co-choreographed.  It was amazing, I hardly stayed in my seat.  I hooted and hollered during the whole thing, shouting out, “YAAAY!” whenever the performers executed a lovely tourjete (we worked HARD on those jumps, I tell you they’re not easy).  The kids brought us up on-stage and gave us flowers and I, ah, got to hug the leading man.
The co-choreographer brought up a story I had forgotten to tell:  I inadvertently cast a very inexperienced actress as the Old Lady.  She’s very tall for her age and still trying to figure out what ‘old’ really means.  She was too old…she became decrepit.  I told her that she needed to make her old lady character a little more hip…a little less ‘old’, like The Golden Girls. She looked at me blankly. I repeated loudly, “You know…the Golden Girls?” She had no idea what I was talking about and I was hurled into the depths of old-dom. So then I had to think of a pop culture icon who was feisty and old. Who did I come up with? Grandpa Simpson. She got it.

I’m heading out this weekend for my baby sister’s college graduation.  Stay tuned…