I didn’t want to get up this morning. It was raining, and Devin and I stayed up late watching movies last night. But I know better than to miss class or rehearsals, so I was out the door by 8:15 a.m.
There was a wreck on the freeway, and we were barely on time. Then when we got to the Palestra in Addison, it was a zoo. They were having some kind of a gymnastics clinic, and there were HUNDREDS of parents cramming every nook and cranny, and these volunteers with clipboards trying to check everybody off before they even let us in the door.
One of them saw my circus crate — this wheeled thing I use to cart around my rolla-bolla, juggling equipment and stuff — and said, “Oh, there’s no circus today.”
Wrong. We’d have gotten an email if it was cancelled. So my grandma says, “And you work for the Palestra?” The woman said, “No, I’m a volunteer.”
And my grandma says, “Well, we’re going in then.” And just pushes right past her. It took me nearly 10 minutes to get the length of the gym because these grownups just wouldn’t move no matter how many times you said “Excuse me.”
Of course, there was circus class. A few hundred gawkers don’t bother the Lone Star Circus School! We worked really hard, too.