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Jan. 9th, 2006 12:23 pmIf I hadn't been sick all weekend, it would have been a most lovely weekend. As it was, it was as good as it could be under the circumstances. Friday night we had a vaudeville planning meeting, and I am all fired up with ideas. I think this show will finally be my chance to do a cane dance to Rasputina's State Fair, and I have ideas with regard to my Deeeelite leopard print outfit.
Saturday we brought Seti in for his monthly lupron shot. He handles it very well, but he still literally leaped back to my arms when the vet tech brought him back to us. I felt badly for his being upset, but it was a bit gratifying to know how much he sees us as safety. Then despite being ill I danced and did some cooldown yoga, ate yummy vegetable stew from Zocala Mexicana, and watched Battlestar Galactica and SG-1. Boy, that Admiral Kane is a crazy one. I think BSG is offically the most intense scifi on tv ever.
Sunday I had two performances, one with the Jewels of Jamal at an assisted living facility in Brookline and then later at the Middle East. The Brookline one was a lot of fun. Every month the facility has a big party to cover all the birthdays of that month, and we were the entertainment for this month's party. The theme of the party was Mardi Gras, and so many of the residents wore either costumes or just crazy outfits with all the costume jewelry they owned, rhinestone sweaters, that kind of thing. The very best costumes were these two old ladies dressed as penguins. They completely ruled. They made their costumes out of black and white garbage bags, cut and taped together to make their bodies and wings, and masks out of I think paper plates. The fact that there was two of them just made it all the better. They were a really good crowd to dance for, and we felt good about being there. At the end we got people to get up (the ones who could, anyway) to dance with us, and at the end the gentleman I'd been dancing with declared "Who says I'm dead? I'm not dead yet!"
The show at the ME went pretty well too. I enjoyed myself, anyway, even if I was definitely at the end of a long day. I stayed to watch some of the other dancers and got into that inevitable comparison thing, seeing some dancers who I thought weren't that great and wondering if I was really any better and seeing some dancers who I thought were really good and wondering if I was anything like that on stage. Guess I'll never really know, and all I can do is keep on dancing ("If that's all there is, my friends..."). Saw somebody get grabbed around the waist and pulled into somebody's lap while accepting a tip in her belt, which further reinforced my personal position of not accepting body tips. The guy was very drunk, and his friends (who looked Arabic; he looked and sounded like a crackerass cracker) hustled him out of there immediately, so they knew he'd done wrong and took him out before he was thown out (you can't take white people anywhere!). Still, just more proof that you have to be careful in a venue where people are drinking. Besides, I prefer a more glamorous image anyway, even if it makes me less of an entertainer in some ways, and body tipping just isn't glamorous.
And now, not glamorously or entertainingly at all, I am back at work, literally sick and tired. I took decongestants but they don't seem to have done a dang thing for me. Hopefully that's just what I get for buying the cheap walgreens brand, and not a sign of a sinus infection.
On the positive side though, the titmice and chickadees and bonus pine warblers are back today, twittering and chirping in a most pleasing way. In fact, between the soothing birdsong and the sunlight coming through the window, I could so easily take a nice nap...
Saturday we brought Seti in for his monthly lupron shot. He handles it very well, but he still literally leaped back to my arms when the vet tech brought him back to us. I felt badly for his being upset, but it was a bit gratifying to know how much he sees us as safety. Then despite being ill I danced and did some cooldown yoga, ate yummy vegetable stew from Zocala Mexicana, and watched Battlestar Galactica and SG-1. Boy, that Admiral Kane is a crazy one. I think BSG is offically the most intense scifi on tv ever.
Sunday I had two performances, one with the Jewels of Jamal at an assisted living facility in Brookline and then later at the Middle East. The Brookline one was a lot of fun. Every month the facility has a big party to cover all the birthdays of that month, and we were the entertainment for this month's party. The theme of the party was Mardi Gras, and so many of the residents wore either costumes or just crazy outfits with all the costume jewelry they owned, rhinestone sweaters, that kind of thing. The very best costumes were these two old ladies dressed as penguins. They completely ruled. They made their costumes out of black and white garbage bags, cut and taped together to make their bodies and wings, and masks out of I think paper plates. The fact that there was two of them just made it all the better. They were a really good crowd to dance for, and we felt good about being there. At the end we got people to get up (the ones who could, anyway) to dance with us, and at the end the gentleman I'd been dancing with declared "Who says I'm dead? I'm not dead yet!"
The show at the ME went pretty well too. I enjoyed myself, anyway, even if I was definitely at the end of a long day. I stayed to watch some of the other dancers and got into that inevitable comparison thing, seeing some dancers who I thought weren't that great and wondering if I was really any better and seeing some dancers who I thought were really good and wondering if I was anything like that on stage. Guess I'll never really know, and all I can do is keep on dancing ("If that's all there is, my friends..."). Saw somebody get grabbed around the waist and pulled into somebody's lap while accepting a tip in her belt, which further reinforced my personal position of not accepting body tips. The guy was very drunk, and his friends (who looked Arabic; he looked and sounded like a crackerass cracker) hustled him out of there immediately, so they knew he'd done wrong and took him out before he was thown out (you can't take white people anywhere!). Still, just more proof that you have to be careful in a venue where people are drinking. Besides, I prefer a more glamorous image anyway, even if it makes me less of an entertainer in some ways, and body tipping just isn't glamorous.
And now, not glamorously or entertainingly at all, I am back at work, literally sick and tired. I took decongestants but they don't seem to have done a dang thing for me. Hopefully that's just what I get for buying the cheap walgreens brand, and not a sign of a sinus infection.
On the positive side though, the titmice and chickadees and bonus pine warblers are back today, twittering and chirping in a most pleasing way. In fact, between the soothing birdsong and the sunlight coming through the window, I could so easily take a nice nap...
