Yesterday afternoon my mom, sister, and our two oldest daughters enjoyed a “girls day” and went to see the “Radio City Rockettes” Christmas show. Beautiful costumes, great music, and….legs! Long, shapely, sexy legs.
My oldest daughter came home with a new goal in life, “I want Rockette legs”. I’d have to say that the most impressive part of the show was each time they did their famous chorus line. Wow, I couldn’t even fathom what those girls did with their legs! Those high, poised kicks over and over. Of course, don’t we all just take a moment to imagine that it might have been us….say 30 years ago? Nope, I can’t see it. I’m thinking you have to be born a Rockette. In all my 49andcounting years of life, I believe that I can think of only one friend who could have been a Rockette and maybe a couple of wannabee’s!
The closest I came to Rockette stardom was when I went undercover and dressed up in the Indian mascot suit at 35. Had tons of fun mingling through the crowds and upstaging the cheerleaders, until…halftime and the fateful moment I was overcome with the thrill of it and memories of highschool cheerleading. I remember it well, me in an oversized Indian suit, the crowds cheering, feeling excited, exilerated….”i’ll just do a little toe touch”…throwing my leg high in my best Rockette kick…and dropping unexpectedly into a beautiful set of splits! Oh my gosh…the pain, the pain. The Indian limped away at half-time and never returned to the game. For weeks I paid for that moment, I think every muscle above my knee was ripped! And from that moment on, I knew that some things you leave to memories of when you were young, and some things you were never born for. Me a Rockette, NOT!
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