Wouldn't you know...

After an exhausting week of dancing, dancing, being sore, more dancing, and shows, I was kind of down and out. The dancing is really fun... most of the time. For the hour of class, I am loving it. Dancing around, making a fool of myself as I can't stretch at all, feeling the good burn of working out and actually achieving something. I love big groups of people, and I love performing at all times, and I don't think I shine harder than when I'm in the center of a group telling a story or making people laugh. This is what I like about dance class. What I don't like is the fact that my body is sore ALL THE TIME, and sometimes I stretch so hard that I feel like I'm going to throw up. I also don't like that I never get to look cute, and I'm always walking around in sweaty, stinky clothes. If this was the only thing happening, I'd be cool, but I'm also suffering some show burnout.

I decided a little while ago that I was done with this show, but I want to give it my all for the rest of my commitment. Now though, when we've been coasting for such a long time, things are changing. Lots of important people are coming to watch the show (the F***ing Niederlanders were there the other night, for God's sake!) and see if they want to take it different places or do anything with it. Because of this, the pressure is on. We're constantly getting notes about our performances, every night. Before the show, during the show, after the show. I understand that I'm not perfect, but all these notes have done is make me NEUROTIC. I start feeling like I can't ever do it right, and then I psych myself out. All this combines to make the week preeeeeety intense, and this made the weekend come all the slower.

However, when it finally got here it was great. All of our shows went well, and on Sunday night I had some friends over for wine and pictures and talking, and I had a great time. Then on our day off, Monday, I actually got up at a human time and had a fun day! I trolled the famous Stanley Market with Jess and Dana, and shopped (with the scant amounts of cash I have left). We took a great bus ride down through the bottom of HK Island, and even though we thought the double-decker bus was going to tip over the side of the mountain, the sights of the beaches and bays were breathtaking. Then we headed to Kowloon (part of HK) for more shopping, and then hung out with friends tonight. I was finally able to have a day off from the soreness and the neuroses, and I was healing emotionally.

Then, disaster struck. At about 3 am I was cleaning up a bit of my room before I climbed into bed. I grabbed my new purchases and opened the closet to stack them on the ENORMOUS pile of presents that I keep on the shelf in my closet. That's when I notice that there is a fricking WATERFALL in my closet. Coming from the light fixture in the ceiling is a Huge amount of water, raining all over my presents, and my clothes, electronics, and medicine. Awesome. I immediately freaked out and started grabbing things out of the closet and throwing them on the floor, before I paused to call the "Solution Center" as they call it here at Le Meridien. Luckily these people are on call 24/7, and within 5 minutes there was a tiny Chinese man at my door climbing into my closet. What a pain in the bum! Now I have wet clothes, wet towels, and hopefully no ruined souveniers. All of YOUR presents are now laid out around my room drying (let's hope this was Clean water). You know what though? I'm going to shake this off. I am back in full force, wet dresses and all. From here on out (we're officially at 30 days today I think) I am going to see all I can see, and use HK for all I can. I'm going to keep busy and do some kick-ass shows, and have as much fun as I can! Hopefully I'll have a lot to blog about!