Sunday, May 16, 2010

Strictly Don"t Come Dancing

There is a great emphasis on dancing in the May section of "A Girl for all Seasons". It is Fred Astaire's birthday on 10th May and there is also a step-by-step account of how to do the Michael Jackson's moonwalk.
This is going to be a piece of cake, I thought.
I LOVE dancing. I was even a chorus girl in an earlier life, like when I was in my 20's......or even my 30s! I get it from my parents who were great dancers.
My mam and I are glued to the tvs every night when Strictly Come Dancing is on. It's the combination of the dancing, the music and the costumes. I must admit I don't like the American version Dancing with the Stars, as it is too showy for my liking. I could swear I saw someone doing a cartwheel during a Viennese waltz! That would never happen on Strictly.
For Mother's Day I bought Mam(and me) tickets for the Sunday matinee show of the professional tour. We have been looking forward to it for months. Finally the weekend arrived. Mam even got her hair done yesterday especially for the big day.
Being Little Miss Organised, I had filed the tickets away in my filing cabinet under "Tickets". On Sat afternoon I took them out. I glanced at them...and my heart nearly stopped. The date on them read Sat 15th 2.30pm
Thats wrong. I bought them for Sun 16th. I even wrote it in my diary.
I looked at them again and again and again. Nope it still said Sat 15th. I ran down to the kitchen to check the calendar. There it was in black and white. Sat 15th and Sun 16th. I had gotten my dates mixed up and missed the show! How could I have been so stupid? I was hoping for a
Lost: Season 6 moment. You know, when there is a blinding flash of light and everyone is transported back into the past. Just one day would do me fine. But no such luck. I was stuck in the present.
I was gutted for myself and even more so for Mam.
When I told her she was disapppointed for a moment and then she said philosophically
Ah well. There is a reason why we weren't supposed to go.
To top it all, I have just received an e-mail entitled
Don't miss Strictly Come Dancing, returning in January.
Rub it in, why don't you?