alonewiththemoon | (no subject)

It's 1:30 in the afternoon, and according to weather.com it's 64 degrees out. YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!! I knew there was some reason I had left my velvet jacket in the office...

Dancing went well last night. I didn't feel 100 percent in the moment, but response was good. I did cane again just to redeem myself after July's cane fiasco and it went much better, now that I was prepared for the space limitations and random stuff in the way. I guess I shouldn't call the last time a fiasco because it always could have been worse when it comes to cane, but I felt panicked. This time I felt relaxed about it and definitely felt redeemed. Sahar, the booking agent, said I had a unique style, in the most positive way, and is encouraging me to come to open floor nights with the live band on Wednesdays. I don't feel quite ready for that (plus there's the whole AmCab versus Arabic factor), but since I've got Wednesday rehearsals for the next couple of months I don't have to think about it for now. The only bad part of the evening really was that my bra straps kept heading for my elbows. I wasn't worried about the rest of the bra shifting around, but it's just not professional looking. Time to go see our fabulous local costume alteration genius, Shadia. I'm already picking out the music for next time--I'm thinking of Banat Baharei from Wash ya Wash II, because as long as I'm embracing cutesy cheesy beledi I might as well really go for it as an Iskandaria girl. ;) I don't have a melaya but faking it with a veil will be good enough for the venue.

Managed to watch a little horse racing over the weekend too--Powerscourt was just perfect in the Arlington Million. I thought he looked like a horse who planned to win in the post parade, and his plans worked out in a powerful way. I realized during the coverage though that I'll be at Johara's competition with Sarab on Breeder's Cup Day. Someday I will make it to one in person...

While grilling on Friday evening with M and

shnells I made a delicious thing: zucchini cut lengthwise into slabs, rubbed on both sides with pesto, grilled until tender, and manchego cheese melted over the top. Total heaven!

And what else... went to WaterFire in Providence, which was brutally hot (what were we thinking? "gee, it's hot out; let's go stand next to a series of small bonfires!") but still somewhat magical in an primordially pagan way. due in no small part to the sort of music that they play. I received my fortune from a Delphic oracle and had tingly drinks with ginger and bourbon. Then yoga on Sunday was very good, intensely about the hips and hamstrings so that I was lucky to have much response left in my hips by Sunday night, which brings me back to where this entry more or less started. Therefore I must be done.

Oh--one other thing though, last night at the Middle East I ran into Leah from Reflecting Skin, who is back in the area and working on new music! I figured some of you would be happy to hear that :-)