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Dec. 3rd, 2006 08:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alonewiththemoonNice low key performance today--I was relaxed, despite not feeling quite ready, and people liked the holiday music (I was worried about that, since from the list of performers sent out a few days before it looked like I was the only one doing any holiday music, and I was afraid of being that kid who shows up to school wearing a halloween costume when everybody else had decided costumes weren't cool). The absolute best thing was when an obviously shy six or seven year old girl came up to me after my performance and said, "Can I say something to you?" "Sure," I said. "You were very good," she said solemnly with eyes wide, and ran away. Aw! I so don't care what any of the big names in the room might have thought of my dancing! I also had a teenage girl quiz me avidly about gothic belly dance, she wants to dance to Godsmack. I seem to be starting a little junior fan club :-)
Managed to get to Lush in Harvard Square before they closed on my way home, and settled into a five million degree bath with a christmas carol bath bomb. It's full of iridescent pinkish glitter, it's like taking a bath in a snow globe. Everything is glittery now, which is wonderful at the moment but will probably be annoying in the morning. And M may not entirely appreciate the fact that I seem to have covered the computer chair in glitter, oh well. I am so profoundly relaxed right now, it's all lovely... I think I melted the last of the illness out of me. Here's to recovery!
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phoenixavathar off of her merchandise table. It's a purple tribal bra and belt with some kuchi pieces and long fringe. It just so profoundly sucks that somebody would do something like that within the community :-( The general public didn't have access to the area we were in, so it had to be somebody attending the show. WTF is wrong with people? I had felt comfortable leaving my gear bag up on a balcony where no-one but performers would go, but now I wonder if I should ever leave a costume out of my sight.
Managed to get to Lush in Harvard Square before they closed on my way home, and settled into a five million degree bath with a christmas carol bath bomb. It's full of iridescent pinkish glitter, it's like taking a bath in a snow globe. Everything is glittery now, which is wonderful at the moment but will probably be annoying in the morning. And M may not entirely appreciate the fact that I seem to have covered the computer chair in glitter, oh well. I am so profoundly relaxed right now, it's all lovely... I think I melted the last of the illness out of me. Here's to recovery!
One not lovely thing is that a costume was stolen from
phoenixavathar off of her merchandise table. It's a purple tribal bra and belt with some kuchi pieces and long fringe. It just so profoundly sucks that somebody would do something like that within the community :-( The general public didn't have access to the area we were in, so it had to be somebody attending the show. WTF is wrong with people? I had felt comfortable leaving my gear bag up on a balcony where no-one but performers would go, but now I wonder if I should ever leave a costume out of my sight.
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Date: 2006-12-04 04:03 am (UTC)This is kind of weird for me to encounter again (sorry to intrude on your bath), since it's the fifth time in 24 hours I've encountered the snow-globe reference, up until now, in some kind of musical reference. The last was some Emmylou Harris-clone (not that I have anythting against that) singing about having her personal world all shaken up with meories and glitter on WMFO on
Yeah. Anyway.
One not lovely thing is that a costume was stolen [...] off of her merchandise table. [...] WTF is wrong with people?
Indeed. That's just horrid and awful and stupid. How could someone do this to a fellow dancer?
I just want to curl into a snowglobe, let warm water and plastic flakes cover me for a while ... but I have a feeling that, with my exotic allergies, I might should just content myself with a Sam Addams, and apple cider and Jack, and a heating pad, and a good book.