I’m sitting at the back bar waiting for line-up to start when something happens that helps me to realize that oh shit I have a full on crush on a man who is a decade younger than me, and I’m a ridiculous person. Darius comes in, sees me, smiles and waves. I’m surprised and kind of giggle and wave back, but he walks right past me and starts talking to the pastry chef, who had been standing behind me. I hope he did not catch me in his peripheral when his focus was on Kelsey, and I also hope to die.
My first tap performance of the year is to the song White Christmas, and the costumes the class has chosen are once again boring black pants and a white or silver top. I’m annoyed that there are no sequins, canes, bowler hats, or tulle. This is not my tap dance fantasy. It’s just like back when I was 34 and the outfit was a safari hat with a khaki jacket and black stretchy pants. Our one bit of flair being a colored scarf that we could affix to any part of our outfit. I tied it around my neck.…