sunday afternoon, end of vacation...
Aug. 1st, 2004 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonThe end of a very full week off from work. I have come to the conclusion that I have quite enough life stuff to keep me busy all the time and should not be trying to fit in a fulltime job as well. Unfortunately, nobody pays me for all that life stuff, so it seems I must go back to work tomorrow. i don't wanna!
At least the heat is not too bad today, so i'll be able to get some dance practice in. A post will be forthcoming about my show next weekend. I am very excited but I have very much work to do.
Last night at Curses was very fun, but I hope enough people are coming to keep it alive. It was nice to always have room on the dance floor and to always be able to find a seat, but I assume the night needs more people to turn a profit and keep the club happy. I will do my best to be a regular patron while it lasts (though i already know I can't make the next three Saturdays, sigh). Last night's astronaut was just brilliant. Every dance floor should have a random spaceman, especially when Moon Colony is playing.
Some unknown person wanted to buy me a drink last night--sent the bartender over to tell me that he was buying me a drink and what did I want. Me being me, I said "oh no he's not, I want nothing!" When the bartender persisted (because of course he was losing his tip here), I told him to tell the guy I was married, and that did the trick, though I hate doing that because it feels like I'm hiding behind the patriarchy. I was sort of pissed off about the whole episode for a couple of reasons. One is that it just seemed sort of stupid retro. I buy my own drinks, thankyouverymuch, or I accept a drink from a friend as a sign of affection and I buy them one back. Random people can't buy that affection with a drink. And then there was the assumption that of course I would be interested and intrigued by this mysterious stranger, and that irked me as well. And it seemed disrespectful to Mathew, although obviously this person did not know I was with somebody. Finally, when I'm out dancing and dressed up, I'm doing that for me. Of course there's always an element of showing off, but I irrationally felt like my privacy had been invaded when I went to dance afterwards.
I don't know; maybe I'm being reactionary or think I'm Xena or was just plain irritable at that moment. But if any of my gentle readers are ever attracted to a woman who reminds you of me, I'd advise you to just walk up and say hi and not run around doing sneaky drink things. A woman like me has no patience for that. *toss of the hair*
ok, off to bellydance now. Because I'm not a creature of contradictions or anything.
At least the heat is not too bad today, so i'll be able to get some dance practice in. A post will be forthcoming about my show next weekend. I am very excited but I have very much work to do.
Last night at Curses was very fun, but I hope enough people are coming to keep it alive. It was nice to always have room on the dance floor and to always be able to find a seat, but I assume the night needs more people to turn a profit and keep the club happy. I will do my best to be a regular patron while it lasts (though i already know I can't make the next three Saturdays, sigh). Last night's astronaut was just brilliant. Every dance floor should have a random spaceman, especially when Moon Colony is playing.
Some unknown person wanted to buy me a drink last night--sent the bartender over to tell me that he was buying me a drink and what did I want. Me being me, I said "oh no he's not, I want nothing!" When the bartender persisted (because of course he was losing his tip here), I told him to tell the guy I was married, and that did the trick, though I hate doing that because it feels like I'm hiding behind the patriarchy. I was sort of pissed off about the whole episode for a couple of reasons. One is that it just seemed sort of stupid retro. I buy my own drinks, thankyouverymuch, or I accept a drink from a friend as a sign of affection and I buy them one back. Random people can't buy that affection with a drink. And then there was the assumption that of course I would be interested and intrigued by this mysterious stranger, and that irked me as well. And it seemed disrespectful to Mathew, although obviously this person did not know I was with somebody. Finally, when I'm out dancing and dressed up, I'm doing that for me. Of course there's always an element of showing off, but I irrationally felt like my privacy had been invaded when I went to dance afterwards.
I don't know; maybe I'm being reactionary or think I'm Xena or was just plain irritable at that moment. But if any of my gentle readers are ever attracted to a woman who reminds you of me, I'd advise you to just walk up and say hi and not run around doing sneaky drink things. A woman like me has no patience for that. *toss of the hair*
ok, off to bellydance now. Because I'm not a creature of contradictions or anything.
