Emily's Dancer Diary

Emily's Dancer Diary gives you an inside look at the life of a Celtics Dancer.

April 25, 2007

As the world waits for the fate of ping-pong balls to fall in our favor, I'm left reflecting on a season well danced. As you know, the final game of the season was last Wednesday, which meant the last performance of the Celtics Dancers, at least with these 21 girls and at least for a good five months. I don't know what next year will bring for me, so as I went through my day last Wednesday, I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic as I pondered a season of shaking, strutting and other sources of good ol' fashioned fun.

The last game day, for me, meant one last time of wheeling my fluorescent, lima bean green suitcase down the street to work. One last time of the Fed Ex man bellowing "Betcha don't lose that at the airport!" as I fake-smiled with delight like it was the first time I've heard it. One last practice at Boston Sports Club where our unofficial fan club of weight lifters pretended not to watch our practice. Come on, who really needs to work on their triceps for two hours? We've got your number, boys. Something they probably didn't realize is that we have nicknames for all the regular watchers...

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January 11, 2007

My male friends like to pretend we have pillow fights back in our locker room in between timeouts. I hate to burst some bubbles out there, but here is a more accurate description of what goes on behind closed doors in the Celtics Dancers locker room...

Sure, there's a lot of checking ourselves out in the mirrors and unintentionally making mild Zoolander faces while flipping our hair to the other side of our face to see which side makes our cheek bones stand out more, but mainly, we're just plain goofy.

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December 12, 2006

As the first snow fell last week, I began to ponder one of winter's most important quandaries: how to remain fashionable while battling the cold. We have 6.5 girls from California on the team, so, this is the first real winter some of the girls have ever experienced, and in one case, the first time one girl has ever seen snow. In case you're wondering, I account for .5 persons since I've lived in Boston for a little over two years, which is long enough to have jumped on the Red Sox bandwagon and be able to nod knowingly when someone jokes about the Big Dig, but not long enough to stop letting cars in my lane and expect a thank-you wave afterwards.

Anyway, since I am now a winter wonderland guru, I've decided to spend a few minutes helping my California teammates with tips on how to survive the cold season as a Celtics Dancer. (Yes, I could just hand them this list offline, but then I would have to think up another column idea, now wouldn't I?)

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November 17, 2006

Someone asked me the other day why I wanted to be a Celtics Dancer. My answer was simply, "Because it's fun." But later that day, I started to think seriously about the question, and realized there is much more to my answer than "fun."

I'm not doing this because I'm addicted to attention. Sure, some attention is fun, but you want it to be for the right reasons. I'm not doing this for the money. Yes, extra money is a never a negative, but I have a good career that I enjoy. I'm doing this because I love to dance and perform, and heck, it's a blast.

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November 7, 2006

We made our debut on Friday night, and I have only one word to describe what it was like for me: crazy. It was probably one of the most nerve-wracking and overwhelming experiences of my life. I went to a large, PAC 10 college, so I'm used to dancing in front of large crowds, but Friday night was unlike anything I have ever experienced. During practices at the Garden, I didn't realize how close the seats are to the court. I didn't realize there are still so many people on the court when we go out to dance during time-outs. I didn't realize that every side looks the same so it is difficult to remember which way I'm supposed to face.

Do you want to know what goes through the head of a Celtics Dancer as she is dancing? Perhaps I should qualify that question: Do you want to know what goes through the head of a slightly neurotic Celtics Dancer as she is dancing?

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October 16, 2006

his is GRE prep week for me. After months of putting it off, I'm finally scheduled to take the GRE this week. This is also Booty Pop week, as I've officially declared it. We are learning a routine to the Miss New Booty mix, and let me tell you, there is a whole lot of booty shaking going on. And I can't decide which is more difficult for me, cramming 100 vocabulary words in my head and trying to remember math rules that I haven't looked at in over a decade, or perfecting the art of the Booty Pop.

I should probably give you a little background on me first so you can appreciate the difficulty of me learning to booty pop. I'm a Caucasian girl from a middle-class suburb in Southern California. I was trained in ballet and lyrical dance, and have taken all of two hip-hop classes in my life, both of which ended with me leaving a little early so as to not have to perform the combination in smaller, more visible groups: the inevitable end to all dance classes.

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September 13, 2006

Last week was our first week of practices, and I'm already so excited for the season to start. So far, we've learned five dances and have many more ahead of us to learn. I'm remembering the routines better than I thought I would, but my body is a bit shocked by the intense exercising.

After last Thursday's practices, I had to roll out of bed, literally. Marina pushes us, but I wouldn't have it any other way. She treats the practices very seriously, which is different than when I was on my college dance team. In college, we often sat around chatting for the first hour, but here, we get right to it and barely take any breaks. I really feel like we are on a professional dance team, and we are all treating it as such.