en route

Never once have I said that I was a normal child. Normal children do not grow into normal adults so that explains a lot for the people who know me NOW, but seriously...I was one fireball of a child. 

Let's toss around a good example of my crazy child self tonight to fuel that insomnia a little bit more:

My entire family went to see the Bob Fosse tour in Chicago when I was little. I don't come from a family of dancers by any mean so this was purely for enjoyment, but at 7 or 8 this was the first show that I remember seeing to this day. Specifically this scene (I clapped my hands in my lap for the rest of the show): 

That night, I got home and told my Mom I wanted to write a letter to whoever was in charge and tell them that THAT was what I wanted to do. 

Okay. Well, that's great, but Bob had been dead for about 10 years at that point and neither me nor my Mom knew that. 

I wrote a long letter and addressed it to Bob Fosse and thank GOD, I mean really, thank GOD, my Mom somehow found out about his passing a decade prior and thought...well, this name Ann Reinking looks good and is the next person on the playbill. 

Why not let my 7 year old send a letter to her? (she's a reallllll big deal.)

And so I did. I wrote a letter to Ann Reinking when I was 7 years old and got the most lovely response in return. I asked her where to dance and everything. Am I mortified now? Absolutely. 

The crazy thing is that I am actually seeing postings for auditions that she is in charge of and it's kind of cool that I have stuck with this for so long. It's such a part of me that I can't imagine it not being a part of my life.

With that being said. 

NYC 

is happening

tomorrow!

LET'S DO IT. But before then, enjoy some baby frizzfrazz moments below ;)