Crew party

There was also a crew party last night on the outside bar by the pool. While not as glamorous as the helipad party a few weeks earlier, it was still a resounding success. Now that we know more members of the crew, we were able to interact a lot more easily with everyone else instead of just awkwardly introducing ourselves. We must have been feeling particularly cocky, because we even initiated conversations with the non-English dancers, who I might dare to say we are friends with after last night. When we asked the Russian dancer, who kind of looks like a slim version of Dolph Lundgren in his “Rocky IV” days, what he had been doing earlier, he told us he had been rehearsing. Rehearsing for what, we asked? He seemed confused by such an obvious question, and replied, “To get better.” We’re big fans of his, and I think Randall told him that his dancing was already “technically perfect,” which sparked a brief debate about the unattainability of perfection. The female half of the Ballroom Dance couple told Beth that they were saving money to open a dance school in Russia, which we’ll probably help fund. The Hungarian dancer started several sentences by saying, “I’m going to tell you something that you’re not going to like, Brendan” and I steeled myself to hear “Nobody likes you” or “Everyone talks about how you suffer from adult acne,” so I was relieved when his follow-up was always something benign like “I’m never going to be able to see your show.”