No lunch

[ladyofastolat]

Grump! This is the second week in a row that I have to dance between 12 and 2, which takes me out the house from 11.30 to 2.30, or so. Who arranges these things? Don't they believe in lunch? Yes, we often dance outside pubs and cafés and places that serve food, but you can't eat a sit-down lunch when you've got to get up every few minutes to do a 5 minute dance, and it's a bit cheeky to take sandwiches when you're on the premises of a pub that serves food. I know that some people are lucky enough to be flexible about meal times. Pellinor (and my Mum) can forget to eat lunch, and don't even notice. However I (like my Dad) get icy cold, dizzy and utterly pathetic if lunch is delayed. I can just about wait until 1, although I might have to wrap up warm to last that long. Any later than that, and I dissolve into a heap of sobbing uselessness.

So I'm going to have to eat lunch at 11, which will of course just set up problems later, since I'll then have to eat dinner early, too. Grr!

Besides, as we discovered last week, the audiences don't really turn up until 2-ish, anyway. Last week, we danced by the exit of a huge, touristy car park in a tourist honeypot, just outside a touristy café and a touristy gift shop. Barely a soul there at 12. Three coach-loads of tourists and a few hundred cars by 2, just as we were finishing. Grump!

Comments

[bunn.livejournal.com]

I regularly buy ham sandwiches for the dogs when we are out and about. Nobody has ever refused to sell me a sandwich without accompanying salad. In fact, often I get given a discount.

[bunn.livejournal.com]

... of course, it might be that the dogs cute 'I want a sandwich' faces are what's getting me the discount, and if a random person danced by asking for 'just a sandwich please' they would be greeted by outraged bristling and harumphing. Who know?

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I might try that one day, but today is not that day. We're very short of numbers so I'll be dancing every dance, and although we'll be alternating with another group, most of our other dancers are of the nervous, non-confident type, so I'll need to spend the short gaps briefing them on the next dance. Just time to take a furtive bite from an illegally smuggled sandwich in my clog bag, but not enough time to queue up and order in what is a very busy touristy lunch spot.

Or maybe I just need to borrow a dog, then I could send it in with a "I need a sandwich" placard around its neck...