Parenthood, I miss you already.
Your final episode sits in denial on my DVR, as if not erasing it will bring back the series next season.
You Bravermans were that perfectly imperfect clan — often close to imploding but always ending up even closer together.
I’ll miss the endless baseball games and backyard gatherings under the twinkly lights. Everyone singing or dancing for some reason or other. And giving sudiences the first indepth conversation about Asperger’s syndrome on network TV.
Over your six seasons, my obsession with characters morphed and changed with the storylines. But I will always love Julia and Joel, and be grateful for the addition of Hank, because Ray Romano is a wonderful dramatic actor (which I discovered in Men of a Certain Age) and I loved what he brought to Parenthood.
I’m rambling because I hate to say goodbye. Let’s just say, “See ya later…”
Because I will be watching again soon.
SPOILER ALERT — this blog talks about last night’s shocking elimination on Dancing with the Stars.
In hindsight, it was inevitable.
But with his ice dancing partner Meryl Davis also in the competition (paired with popular-bad-boy dancer Maks Chmerkovskiy), Charlie was dead in the water. The two were bound to split their fans’ votes, and Maks is way more popular than Sharna.
The celebs that remain have their unique voting blocks as well. Candace Cameron Bure (of Full House fame) can’t go a show without evoking Jesus’ name, so she has the conservative right sewn up. Singer James Maslow of the boy band Big Time Rush has the hottie vote. And Paralympic snowboarder Amy Purdy is dancing brilliantly on two artificial legs — artificial! — and paired with Derek Hough, who is popular enough to win with almost anyone.
So yes, strangely enough, Olympic ice dancer Charlie White was the clear underdog.
I loved the musical sketch “Boy Dance Party” when it aired on Saturday Night Live way back in October. Bruce Willis and all the guys dancing around the living room while the girls were away?
If possible, it has been made even better with the addition of a very enthusiastic toddler.
His parents won’t let people embed the video, but you can still enjoy it on Youtube.
(I like the kid way better than them.)
I just learned that improvised dance is called ‘danceprov.’
So does it follow then that stream of consciousness writing is…’writeprov?’
Spur-of-the-moment shopping is…’spendprov?’
Snacking when you’re bored is…’bingeprov?’
Sketching on a napkin is…’doodleprov?’
Writing your daily blog when you don’t have a topic is…
I went to see “First Date,” the new Broadway musical starring Zachary Levi of Chuck and Tangled fame…because it stars Zachary Levi of Chuck and Tangled fame.
Just keepin’ it real.
The show’s premise had potential, too. Two people set up by friends meet on a blind date, their pasts swirling in the air between them.
I mean literally between them…in the form of five other cast members, who play multiple roles throughout the show — patrons in the restaurant, a waiter, mother, grandmother, sister, best friend, fiancé, father — and help them deal with the issues you face on any first date.
What to order. What to talk about. What not to talk about. And how to tell the other person that you just want to be friends.
With the exception of the opening number — which was a tad bit thin — the show was clever, upbeat and a lot of fun. I laughed and laughed. Zachary’s comedic timing was as spot on as ever, and First Date showcases his voice and surprising dance moves.
His leading lady Krysta Rodriguez, who I learned from Playbill was on the now defunk Smash, was equally strong, and the supporting cast all had a chance to shine.
I would love to tweak a few of the jokes that fell flat, but even without my help…
It’s a keeper.
Don’t become a pussycat doll who dances in Vegas. In view of the restaurant with kids. Classy.
Back in my improv days, we learned that agreement was the name of the game. Audiences don’t want to sit and watch people disagree, right?
Then why do I enjoy Dance Moms so much?
I could pretend it’s the dance numbers. Or the rehearsal process. But let’s be honest —
It’s the conflict.
Abby, the dance teacher, yelling at the kids. The moms yelling at Abby. The entire group yelling at moms and dancers from other troupes. They are whackadoodle, and I love every minute of it.
I’m not sure what that says about me. Perhaps my life is just so calm and centered that I am looking for vicarious insanity?