I was chatting with some friends one day after dance class when suddenly I heard a voice coming out of my mouth and it said, “Oh, I’ll host one!”

You see, I’ve been dancing with the same dance company for (gulp) 27 years. It’s had a number of different names and incarnations over the years but the Artistic Director has always been my beloved dance teacher, Jean Isaacs. I didn’t start dancing until the ripe old age of 20. It seems silly now but in the dance world that’s really old for a girl to start dancing. Jean convinced me that it wasn’t too late and the rest is history. I took her workshop the summer I turned 21. I started dating my husband at that same time so it was an auspicious summer indeed.

2009 marks the 11th year we’ve been doing Trolley Dances. Every year a cast of more than 50 dancers performs world premiere site-specific choreography somewhere along the trolley line in San Diego. Hundreds of volunteers make it happen and thousands of people attend. It’s a great way to bring art to the public. One of the pieces this year is the "Reccesionist, Feminist, Waterless Car Wash" and it’s a lot of fun.

You can see more of Trolley Dances at http://www.sandiegodancetheater.org.

Every August we do your typical wine-and-cheese-silent-auction-fundraising-event. You’ve been to a million of them, right? It’s fine but none of us felt inspired to organize it. We started bouncing around some thoughts and came up with the idea of doing a series of intimate dinners at people’s homes instead. That’s when I heard that voice, “Oh, I’ll host one!”

Who said that? Has that ever happened to you? Tell us!

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