Risks: Cut up a dance shirt and tried these protein bars that have a peanut warning on them. Livin' dangerously, guys.
Breaking Rules: Ooh, didn't do much of that, I guess, but my family and I made experimental chicken stew in an iron cauldron over a fire in the back yard... So that was pretty legit.
Guess what I'm doing tomorrow? A 10-hour dance convention with hardcore, intense classes, lessons and work outs led by famous choreographers.
I think I've died and gone to heaven.
The down side: I have to get up at 4:30AM tomorrow. Bleck.
I'm super looking forward to this, even the evil academy-minded chicks that will inevitably try to make us feel incompetent. Bring. It. On. I can dance and I know it.
So excited :D Pray for it to go well!