Guess what I did this morning, lovely people?
I was part of Strictly Sydney. Yup. I know, you totally understand exactly what I’m talking about.
Strictly Sydney was Baz Luhrmann trying to get some media attention for the new musical adaptation of his film Strictly Ballroom. He gathered professional ballroom dancers and the rest of us average Joe shlubs together at the Sydney Opera House for a flash dance. Baz Luhrmann himself directed it atop his crane whilst we worked up a sweat in the hot Sunday morning sun.
Look at Baz, wearing a hipster hat and acting all proud of himself
Now I was banished to a zone so far back in the corner, it’s a wonder we weren’t falling into the water. There were no cameras trained on us and the only opportunity we had to pull out our running man moves were when the helicopter flew past and got some long shots.
I couldn’t help but feel disappointed that for all our efforts, we had no proof to say we were there (except our dance number bibs).
I feel like, with my level of talent, everyone should be given the opportunity to see what I can do.
Despite being doped to the gills on antibiotics for the latest of my neverending sicknesses, I pulled energy out of my ass and gave that flash dance all I had (and more, considering how crappy and creaky I feel right now).
After a beer, I went straight home to shower off all the suncreen so I could feel less disgusting
And then I had to nap.
Yup. I’m like an old lady. But this is my first day off since last Sunday, when I was throwing up all my insides.
Give me a break!
Now I have to finish my book before I can go to sleep and it’s almost 8pm so I’d better get moving.