It took a little while to get to sleep, what with me being on California time, so I took the opportunity to catch up on my late night tv. I feel asleep a little after David Letterman's lively game of Will It Float (that night it was a giant can of condensed milk and it sunk).
I slept very well on the sofa bed. But I had the strangest dream.
Warren and I were eating breakfast in the hotel restaurant and we were surrounded by these strange little girls, in dancing outfits and massive big hair.
Then I woke up and realized that I wasn't sleeping. Warren had dragged me out of bed in time for the hotel's free continental breakfast and I was in fact truly surrounded by strange little girls with obscenely perfect ringlets of hair.
Apparently there was an Irish dancing competition also meeting at our convention center.
It was entirely creepy. It was 7:30 in the morning and each of these girls had perfect makeup and intricately elaborate masses of curls. Yet none of the mothers looked like they had lost any sleep and the girls looked quite comfortable.
I began to worry that they were cylons.
Warren and I kept making jokes about them all morning, but I noticed something on our way to lunch in the convention lobby.
One of the older dancers was holding her hair in her hands. I almost let out a scream because well, I always assume the worst.
They were all wearing wigs.
Mystery solved.
Good thing too or I wouldn't have been able to eat my lunch.
GG
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These stories keep cracking me up. What a riot. Funny thing, I knew 2 Irish Step Dancers in college. o_O I bet you had awesome stories last night! Are there more chronicles to come?
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