- Mar 5, 2008
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What's going on, ChalkBucketeers?
It's a cool summer night here in Sydney, with a breeze flowing in through the open door. I'm waiting on the Boy to get home from work, listening to music (okay, singing along to Hairspray and RENT) and sipping on a bottle of Beck's (If you care, I'm wearing a khaki skirt and a Celtic Woman tour t-shirt from 2008).
I watched Superstars of Dance tonight. It was pretty good, though there was no rhyme or reason to the order of the dancers. The opening narration called Michael Flatley "the most popular dancer of all time." Um, okay then.
It's a cool summer night here in Sydney, with a breeze flowing in through the open door. I'm waiting on the Boy to get home from work, listening to music (okay, singing along to Hairspray and RENT) and sipping on a bottle of Beck's (If you care, I'm wearing a khaki skirt and a Celtic Woman tour t-shirt from 2008).
I watched Superstars of Dance tonight. It was pretty good, though there was no rhyme or reason to the order of the dancers. The opening narration called Michael Flatley "the most popular dancer of all time." Um, okay then.