Tuesday, July 13, 2010

On other terms. Tonight after Ballet class I decided to go practice a variation by myself in the first floor studio. I accidentally left my clothes on the other, second floor studio, and everybody left, and they locked it. So when I realized what had happened, I also realized that I was wearing a leotard and ballet slippers, and that this would be my outfit for the night. I caught up with a Ballet friend who was still at the door, and she let me borrow her flip flops, but did not have an extra T-shirt and lived too far away for me to go get one at her place. So I rode the seven train back home in a blue leotard and ballet tights, and flip flops. I think this is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me in New York so far.
But I'm sure there will be plenty of other stories in the coming months...