Saturday at the Colorado Star Ball was a big one. The kids had classes and a big, over the top glitzy evening (where you didn't have to wear your dance shoes, or any shoes, for that matter).
Saturday's classes included a Rumba class, core rhythms and "Mambo Mysteriouso". I think Ellie enjoyed them all. The core rhythms class was the most popular with the kids, hands down.
People watching continued to be great. I was really fascinated with all of the ways you can do a person's hair. This woman had wonderful hair. Many women had the whole rhinestone thing goin' on.
The evening program featured famous world class dancers competing. It was exciting and the ballroom was packed, even at $70 a ticket for adults. Men wore their tuxes. Women came in gowns, some of them ball gowns, some were formal party dresses. After a long day of dancing many people did not wear their shoes, but those who did wear shoes wore really lovely ones. I hung out with Laura, Kate's mom. She admired the shoes, I admired the hair does, we both enjoyed the dresses. In the earlier part of the evening we left the Westin and went to see "Bridesmaids." It was quite funny, but very raunchy. It was a good thing I saw it with an adult instead of one of my kids. It was sort of a "The Hangover" but for girls.
By Sunday the formerly preppy group was draggin'. Some of us worried that the kids would not have the energy for the competition. They had two foxtrot classes and a swing class. The swing was a great way to cap off the dance camp part of the ball. In between sessions they put up their hair, put on their make-up and their outfits.
When their time came to perform, they were on. You could not tell that they were so tired.
The finale'.
After the session was over many overly tired kids straggled home. Grandpa Don took Ellie and I out for dinner at the Hibachi restaurant.
I knew it would be a fun treat that Ellie had not experienced before. Our cook, Angelsan, was very funny. By the Sunday evening, everyone that came back after the dinner break had worked themselves into a very silly mood. It was catching.
During the dancing the group started to notice what the men were wearing. Somehow the topic of a sparkley man-scarf came about. When the champion dancer from Costa Rica walked by they engaged him in a discussion. He was friendly. We had to take a photo, of course. That made one of the kids happy since having her photo taken with champion dancer - that's one off of her bucket list.
Here's the "Gun" show. The dance coach, Marodi, wins hands (okay, well, arms, really) down! You kids gotta work those muscles!
You may not be able to pick your friend's nose, but it looks like you can borrow a hunk of hair to give yourself a mustache.
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