The best way to top off a whirlwind day trip to the UK is to attend a dance conference, right? Especially if you didn't sleep while you were in the UK. That's exactly when you want to have to have your kid downtown by 7:00 am all weekend.
Uuuuugh.
I fully admit I am currently powered by caffeine and spite.
The thing about dance conferences is that they are attended by dance moms. If ever there was a group of people who will look at your bedhead and pajamas and judge you harshly, it's them. Therefore, whenever Alexis has to be at one, I have to actually shower and get dressed before I take her. Someday she will let me do a drive-by drop-off, but for now she insists I escort her in, so fully dressed it is.
Fully dressed and inside.
I don't belong at a dance conference. I'm like a fish riding a bicycle through Central Park. Totally whackadoo.
But since Alexis made me get dressed at OH MY GOOD GRIEF o'clock and walk into a dance conference, I hung out for a minute. Just one because DANCE MOMS, OMG.
I don't understand.
They are a breed unlike any other. They are dedicated and devoted and they have a lot of time on their hands. I realize that can't possibly be true of all of them, but it's definitely true of the crew I listened to on Saturday. It was near the end of the day and I was waiting for Alexis to get out of her last class. There were four of them. Perfectly coifed, because dance moms always are, and plotting.
They were PLOTTING.
A photo that they would take and post to "The Insta" so that their dance studio would repost it.
I'M NOT KIDDING. They really were talking through the elements they would need to stage the perfect photo. There was a bottle of wine, wine glasses, jackets with the studio's name on them, and a very particular "spontaneous" pose with the stage in the background. I lasted through about two minutes of the plotting before I had to walk away.
I checked later. They posted the photo and their studio reposted it.So while they may have too much time on their hands, they may also be social media marketing geniuses. Just maybe.