alonewiththemoon | (no subject)

I totally needn't have worried about the African fashion show--it wound up being a lot of fun, apart from getting lost trying to find the place. It was the best-case scenario I had hoped for, just a bunch of people really into African cultures, proud of their identity but happy to see others interested in it as well. Our dancing was well-received; the models told us how much they enjoyed our dancing, we raved about how beautiful their clothes were (because they were!), and everybody got along just fine. I love our new net dresses, too, except that we learned that they absolutely do not work with velvet underneath, because the skirts get hiked up as one dances. I'm sure it made for a more exciting show, but it really wasn't the look we were going for ;-) We ended up being runway models as well; happily I had my nice Saudi abaya with me, so I sashayed down the catwalk in that.

The funniest point of the evening came after our performance, when Seyyide was dancing. One troupe member and I were standing by the side of the dance floor watching her, and we attracted an admirer who wanted to know if we were Arabs. Um, yeah, I'm the palest Arab with the most Irish tattoos you've ever met! Somebody must have told him that this was a good line to use in trying to pick up non-Arab bellydancers, because of course everybody wants to hear that they dance just like an Arab woman. He was harmless though and left us alone when we made it clear we weren't interested.

I was sad that preparing for the performance and for a huge father's day lunch at our house meant that I could not go to the MassCap out at Suffolk Downs and that I could not help