So You Think You Can Dance!

No, I definitely don't think I can dance (well, except my signature Tornado move), but I do love watching other people who think they can dance, even if I have to make the long, long drive down to San Jose. And I even love watching them dance from the very top row (seriously, NO ONE was above us) in the furthest corner of the arena possible (we had as good of a view of backstage as front). But the dances this season were seriously buck. Can you say "bed," "door," and "briefcase"?!? AMAZING! And the best part about the entire night, I went with two friends who were brave enough (well, one who was brave enough; the other was cowering in her seat like me) to sneak down to amazing seats during intermission. They were much better seats for screaming at Kherington to try and get her attention. All we wanted was a little wave. And I wonder where Max gets his high-pitched, excited scream! Isn't it great that I can't stay up past midnight for New Year's, but for SYTYCD, no problem. I loved last night--4 REAL!
I videoed "Mercy" and "Bleeding Love" and was so proud of myself for keeping {almost} completely silent to not ruin the video. But apparently it was illegal to video the show and also illegal to upload the videos to the internet. Ooops. But if you missed the show and you're feeling really bad about it, I'd be willing to risk it and email them to you! :) You have to know Max and I are watching them over and over and over!