Firn’s 17th birthday was yesterday. Belated Happy Birthday Firny.
The Parent’s birthday present to Firn, was a lunging lesson on a Lipizzaner on Sunday. Firn had also had a lunging lesson last year, and rode a Lipizzaner named Neapolitano Nanczi, Nanczi for short. And, amazingly, she rode him again this year.
I can proudly say that my sister fell off a Lipizzaner. Twice. Okay, she didn’t really fall off, she kind of slid off the stationary horse. Her teacher wanted her to do a gymnasticy, flip in the air and land facing the horses butt move. She did it halfway, then slid off. I just like to say that she fell off a Lipizzaner…
On Monday, her actual birthday, she had to dance. Poor wee thing. We did a five minutes dance for a friend (if you read Firn’s blog, she’s the Horse Mutterers fiance) who is starting up a ballet school, and didn’t want to both talk and dance infront of the school kids. So we did the dancing part. I was a glittering fairy, princess, thingy (I’m never the bad guy) and Firn was a wicked witch. But I thought she looked more like Dracula
Our friend brought her fiance and little toddler with. And man, did that kid love Dracula. She ignored me until I put my tutu on, then she patted the glitter on the tutu, with an expression that said “Sparkly!”.
Happy Birthday big sis. Love ya