Last week was a doozie!
School ended on Wednesday and Thursday morning at 10:45 we had to be at a LONG dance recital dress rehearsal.
And I arrived at 10:45 on the dot.
Savannah’s hair was done. Her tights were on. Her costumes were ready to go.
And there was no one there.
Not a single person.
We were at the Stratford High School auditorium.
That’s Stratford with a “t”.
Turns out the recital was at the Stafford Center auditorium.
Stafford with an “f”.
Stafford is a town in Texas. It’s not in Houston. Mind you, it’s not far … 15 or 20 minutes … but you have to take the beltway to another freeway, etc.
It’s not down the street is what I’m sayin'.
It was no fault of the dance studio that I went to the wrong location as I found no less than three sheets of paper AFTER the fact that all said … STAFFORD Center.
With an “f”.
I just didn’t think I needed to read the papers since I have been to my fair share of dance rehearsal practices.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
When I called Caroline to tell her of the mistake, her comment was … “MOM, why does this stuff always happen to YOU?!”
When we pulled into the STAFFORD Center I heard Savannah in the back seat saying … “Stratford … Stafford, Stratford … Stafford”.
I said … “you can see how I made the mistake, right?”
And in her flat, dead pan way she said … “not really.”
When I got there a friend asked me if I was in tears when I realized my mistake.
Again, not really.
Honestly I thought it was hilarious.
And from now on I’m going to read the notes they send home!
Here are a few more pics of my dancer:
Bravo Sav! You looked beautiful!