This weekend was the last dance competition of the season. J had all 8 of her numbers in one day. It moved along well and there was plenty of costume change time. There was 1 awards ceremony in the evening. All of J's numbers scored a Platinum or X-Treme Platinum - which are the highest given. Our studio had at least one number in the top 10 (most in the top 5!) in every category. It was a great day and a lot of awards were won. J's solo placed in the top 10 and she won a scholarship to one of their fall dance workshops!
The day didn't start out so well, though. We woke up to find my car's front side window was smashed in. B went out to check and noticed nothing was taken (EZ Pass, GPS, airbags, etc), so we were ok. Then J reminded us her dance shoe bag was on the front seat. Yep. That's what was taken. What are the odds that her dance shoe bag would be stolen on the day of her competition?! It certainly doesn't look like a purse, but I guess desperate people don't care. In a matter of 1 minute I thought up a few plans to get us through the day - Which friend has the same size feet, who is not in a certain number, who else could she borrow from, how far is the dance shop and can we make it there and back in time. As I'm trying to figure out how to keep my cool in the process, B came back in stating that he found the shoe bag down the block with all the shoes throw into someone's yard. W had hopped the fence and B called out where each shoe was. W retrieved them (they were everywhere) and B matched them all up. Every shoe was accounted for. Stupid thieves. I hope that bag stunk up to high heaven when he opened it -10 pairs of a teenager's dance shoes, after a whole dance season, are not a bed of roses, lol. The window is being replaced on Tuesday morning at no charge. Except for that little bit of panic and inconvenience, all is well.