Modern 2 - Ballet 1
This morning I went through the ASU placement audition for major-level dance classes. It had some great moments, with my favorites being those that involved me finishing a dance phrase facing the exactly opposite way of everyone else.
I felt great at the audition, because I had taken a bath the night before. More precisely, I felt great because, contrary to all circumstances, I actually managed to take a bath. The circumstances were such that the Scorpius Dance Theatre class and rehearsal yesterday was so intense that at one point my vision got hazy. To prevent moving like a B-movie zombie at the audition, a fellow dancer suggested I take a hot bath.
That, of course, meant I had to clean my bathtub. To my displeasure, I found that the brown stuff that had overtaken the tub comes off. This was displeasing because if it wasn't coming off, I could just take a bath over it, knowing safely that it wouldn't come off. Since it did come off, I would have to clean it all before convincing myself that a bath was safe to take. This was bad news, since a) the brown stuff didn't come off easily, b) it covered more than 3/4 of the bath tub, and c) it was already past 11pm.
About an hour later the tub was sufficiently clean, so I started to pore the water. That, for some reason, took a whole 15 minutes, after which I stuck my left foot into it, and burned it. Apparently, using all hot water was not a good idea.
Out of principle, I refused to remedy the situation by more efficient means, and instead sat down on the toilet and proceeded to read a book. 45 minutes later, I burned my foot again. Apparently, things do not cool off with time in Arizona.
Since it was nearing 1am by this point, I finally succumbed to adding cold water to the bathtub. After a few iterations, my left foot finally said the water was OK. I then submerged my right foot, which informed me that the left foot said the water was OK only because it had been repeatedly burned, and has since developed a new appreciation for anything less than excruciatingly hot. A few more iterations of cold water, and I was finally able to completely, although very slowly, enter the bathtub. It was one of the best feeling baths I have ever taken in my life.
Before I finally went to bed sometime after 2am, I briefly considered leaving the water in the tub, so I could have another hot bath in the morning. I didn't, but tonight I pored myself another bath. I now know that there is a fine trick to getting the bath temperature just right. I am yet to find out what that fine trick is.
When I was done with tonight's bath, I tried to pull off the drain plug. Due to various design choices that went into this particular drain plug, and to my dismay, what happened was equivalent to trying to open a can by pulling on the thing that is attached to the lid, and breaking it off instantly. Since I didn't want to have the frequency of my showers regulated by the rate of evaporation of water, I battled with the forces of nature, the drain plug, and my thinning patience, and finally came out victorious.
I would have never thought that a bathtub could be such a source of entertainment. Well, this sort of entertainment, anyway.
I felt great at the audition, because I had taken a bath the night before. More precisely, I felt great because, contrary to all circumstances, I actually managed to take a bath. The circumstances were such that the Scorpius Dance Theatre class and rehearsal yesterday was so intense that at one point my vision got hazy. To prevent moving like a B-movie zombie at the audition, a fellow dancer suggested I take a hot bath.
That, of course, meant I had to clean my bathtub. To my displeasure, I found that the brown stuff that had overtaken the tub comes off. This was displeasing because if it wasn't coming off, I could just take a bath over it, knowing safely that it wouldn't come off. Since it did come off, I would have to clean it all before convincing myself that a bath was safe to take. This was bad news, since a) the brown stuff didn't come off easily, b) it covered more than 3/4 of the bath tub, and c) it was already past 11pm.
About an hour later the tub was sufficiently clean, so I started to pore the water. That, for some reason, took a whole 15 minutes, after which I stuck my left foot into it, and burned it. Apparently, using all hot water was not a good idea.
Out of principle, I refused to remedy the situation by more efficient means, and instead sat down on the toilet and proceeded to read a book. 45 minutes later, I burned my foot again. Apparently, things do not cool off with time in Arizona.
Since it was nearing 1am by this point, I finally succumbed to adding cold water to the bathtub. After a few iterations, my left foot finally said the water was OK. I then submerged my right foot, which informed me that the left foot said the water was OK only because it had been repeatedly burned, and has since developed a new appreciation for anything less than excruciatingly hot. A few more iterations of cold water, and I was finally able to completely, although very slowly, enter the bathtub. It was one of the best feeling baths I have ever taken in my life.
Before I finally went to bed sometime after 2am, I briefly considered leaving the water in the tub, so I could have another hot bath in the morning. I didn't, but tonight I pored myself another bath. I now know that there is a fine trick to getting the bath temperature just right. I am yet to find out what that fine trick is.
When I was done with tonight's bath, I tried to pull off the drain plug. Due to various design choices that went into this particular drain plug, and to my dismay, what happened was equivalent to trying to open a can by pulling on the thing that is attached to the lid, and breaking it off instantly. Since I didn't want to have the frequency of my showers regulated by the rate of evaporation of water, I battled with the forces of nature, the drain plug, and my thinning patience, and finally came out victorious.
I would have never thought that a bathtub could be such a source of entertainment. Well, this sort of entertainment, anyway.
posted by Stjepan at 11:02 PM
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