Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Cake or Death?
So, I did have some cake at the party yesterday and I'm still counting it as a streak day. I accounted for the calories and made an adjustment in my dinner. So there that is. My review of the Costco Red Velvet cake is that it is a good cake. I'd like the filling/icing to be a bit more "cream cheesy" but overall, it's of good quality. No chemical taste that one gets sometimes from store bought cakes. Still, my former MIL made the best red velvet cake in the world (and I have her recipe!), so I am pretty picky with my RV cake and cream cheese icing. I've passed on the recipe to my sister, who is turning into a great baker, but suffers from having my Mom as a taster - and things just don't get too sweet for Mom.
Tonight is swing dance lessons and our numbers are growing. We've got another friend joining us tonight and that's always fun. I'm going to a sleep-over on Friday night. A co-worker has invited a few of us - some current and some former co-workers to crash at her house to visit and catch up. It should be a blast. The problem is, it's the night before my "showcase of comedy". Yep, my classes are coming to an end.
I have enjoyed these classes and they have offered me some really great insights into me and offered some opportunities to work out a few things. One of which is to sit with uncomfortableness, as I am not very good at this. There are a few ringers in this class and by contrast, I look really bad. But that's okay - I'm still getting a lot of learning out of it. There is another beginner class that I sat in on last week that is about half way through. It is taught by a different instructor and I'm going to ask to join that class. I think I could benefit from his teaching style, but there is no guarantee that he will let me join in progress. All in all, I will be sad that they are over (for now). While I have told a few people about what I am doing, I have not told anyone about the finale, nor do I plan to.
I can perform decently with most of the class, but I tend to get "stuck" (mostly by my own inability to act in my own best interests) with what I have to assume is a mentally-challenged (or heavily drugged) classmate. Hence, my uncomfortableness. It is nearly impossible for me to let this person hang out on stage, awaiting someone to choose to perform with them. So more often than not, I step in. And it is always a dissatisfying experience. I struggle with what is mine to take on and what is being a decent human being. I didn't know comedy was THIS hard!
Phone A Friend: 1
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Cake or Pie?