Wednesday, March 11, 2009


At the end of my 8th grade year, I tried out and made our high school dance team, the Vinton Voyagers. We had a top notch reputation at State Dance Team competition, often taking first place in Pom, Jazz and Kick (we only did high kicks... my husband claims this is what got his attention in the first place and then he discovered I had a great personality too... yeah, right).

Our signature colors were hot pink and black, we were so much better than the cheerleaders, and you could find us practicing our dance moves in the lunch line, hall ways between classes, and for 2 hours every day after school in the elementary gymnasium. We were dedicated to the team and you couldn't find a closer bunch of girls. We performed at every home basketball game, State competition, and summer camp. We also had Spring Show, which is the finale to the season. Every routine, plus a few new ones were performed.

Two kids and 13 years after my last spring show, I got a call from Amy, who was on the team with me and is currently the coach of the squad. She informed me that this year is the 30th anniversary of the team. And at spring show they were inviting all the alumni to perform a routine. And guess what I said?

a.) HELL NO! After 2 kids and avoiding most forms of exercise except for wrangling the little urchins and walking to the fridge, I can't even touch my toes, let alone touch them in the air with my legs split!

b.) I would LOVE to, but unfortunately I already have plans for that evening. Please record it and post it on the internet so I can see/make fun of my former teammates.

c.) Sure, that sounds like fun! Sign me up.

I am a glutton for punishment. The whole town will be there, including my family who will record the whole thing and never let me live it down. But the thing is I knew if I had said no, I would regret it. It was actually fun learning the routine, and me and the team will get to do some bonding, but this time we will be reminiscing about old war stories, (remember when we did that move?) and new stories of weddings, children, careers, and we will impart some wisdom on the current team, our legacy.

Here is what I'm up against this Friday evening. I'll let you know if I pull anything!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I remember going to one of your shows in high school (maybe senior one?). I still remember how cool the routine was with the glow sticks in the dark to the music of Star Wars. I also remember Jeremy dancing to the Macho Man music. Will he be joining you Friday? I wish we could go, but we have a funeral out of town and won't be back in time. Good luck!