<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798216</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:09:40.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures of a girl named Erin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelifeoferin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798216/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeoferin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19798216.post-113439553123757089</id><published>2005-12-12T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T05:52:11.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viennese Ball</title><content type='html'>Viennese Ball was extraordinary. I had so much fun performing for the opening ceremony, and it was so magical to float across the ballroom floor with Eric. He is so wonderful. The performance itself was stunning. Everything was smooth and graceful and I felt just like a princess in my beautiful white gown. Props to Tina and Kari and Jeremy for the choreography and for being such incredible teachers. It was truly stunning! My aunt and uncle and cousin got to come up from San Jose to see the performance, and that was really special. My father and his wife were supposed to come to the performance as well, but they didn't make it. I know I should be used to that by now, but for some reason I always hang on to this teeniest tiniest hope that maybe just this once he'll pull through for me. Owell. The rest of the evening far outshone that disappointment. The whole production of it was just so much fun! After the performance I felt like a diplomat for the Viennese Ball. I was introduced to a number of important people and this husband and wife who were alumni from the 1940s and I graciously shook their hands and said "we are so pleased to have you at the Viennese Ball." all elegant-like. Hearing myself speak I almost made myself laugh out loud! It was like in my pretty white dress I was this other person entirely. Of course, I would make an absolutely terrible diplomat because I can never remember people's names. Eep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19798216-113439553123757089?l=thelifeoferin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798216/posts/default/113439553123757089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19798216/posts/default/113439553123757089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelifeoferin.blogspot.com/2005/12/viennese-ball.html' title='Viennese Ball'/><author><name>E</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
