the one with the dance competition
when i asked you to come watch me dance, i never really thought you’d show, and i didn’t fully appreciate how great of you that was until i was a paying audience member for the first time years later— oh GOD was i annoyed at the cost to park, the cost to get in, the number of screaming little sequined girls swarming the place… and yet you didn’t mention any of it. you just showed up, patient and supportive. and not only did you stay and watch, but you went on a food run, you hung out with us at the hotel, and everybody loved you - probably because you were WONDERFUL. thank god we had that extra ticket to the party on the pier that night, though most of it is a blur. i DO remember standing in front of THE ride and being just as adamant about NOT going on that terrifying ride as i had been a year earlier. i remember wondering if you were as painfully aware of the irony of this conversation as i was, and being really really unsure if you were. the next thing i knew, you had picked me up and started running with me to the front of the line, a pack of squealing girls chasing us. i remember nothing after that, but those few seconds are more than enough. thank you for being there.
