Events: Birthdays and Belly Dancers
I shouldn't be blogging right now. I should be studying for the two tests I have tomorrow. I can't focus on anything. It's the one year anniversary of my nana going up yonder. I bet she's trying to run things in Heaven and she and the Lord are about to get into a fist fight. I can see it happening.
I miss my wrinkly little Pocahontas.
So, to distract myself, and for lack of anything worth writing about that isn't sad or depressing, here are a couple of pics from Carolina's birthday party at Grüv.
That's Carolina, Myself and Vanessa. Amy hasn't posted the pictures on her camera yet. She has some *good* blackmail material. Let's just say I will NEVER be able to run for President and leave it at that.....
That's all of us and Julie. We had V.I.P. and bottle service. Sweet!
Here's some picks Vanessa's birthday at Qua (Yes, the club they wouldn't let her into a week ago).
Me with the Birthday Girl.
Carolina, Amy, Vanessa, Julie and Myself. Yes, we travel in packs.
Julie and Myself. Everyone else was dropping it like it was hot on the dance floor. We were wearing ho shoes, so we were taking a "foot break."
Whatever ass clown took this picture was obviously tore up.
The crew. We totally shut it down that night. Ain't a stain on me.....
These are from Kick Butt Belly Dance at Kick Butt Coffee in January:
Sonya Taft, a.k.a. The Taftinator. I am her groupie. I'm a Taftinette.
Skinny showed up for the show. So did Lyle, but that's a separate entry.
My nana made the blouse and the skirt as two of my Hanukkah presents. I will be taking this picture to my doctor to illustrate that her drugs ain't workin.' Look at my distended belly.
Cody showed up and brought his niece. She's really pretty.
I took the picture as Alana was trying to pull her veil off so she could show her costume. The picture was an accident, but it looked cool anyway.
The shows are all improv. We have no idea what rhythms we're getting. During the second part, we do duets and people in the audience scream out themes. People were getting cool themes. I ended up having to dance with Colleen (very eccentric) and her dumb ass friends screamed out, "Harry Potter Gypsy Wenches." All I can say it What. The. F--k. Really. I had to dance to that crap.
The next series of pictures are from Sonya and Helene's improv. They got "Spontaneous Combustion." They're dancing along like smurfs in the village.
Then, they get the news that a meteor shower is coming and chunks are falling from the sky. She started beating those out on the tables with her zills.
She was screaming and yelling and beating her finger cymbals simultaneously and I thought I was going to have a stroke because I was sitting on the floor and my head was *inches* away from where she was beating on the table.
Then, imagine her going quiet and playing normally. Imagine being all lulled and soothed, and then you hear this Greek lady from Jersey scream, at the top of her lungs,"ASTEROID!" No matter how loud you imagine, it's not *nearly* as loud as she screamed it. Trust me.
Yes, she really was kissing her belly as they said their final goodbyes.
This was right before the end and they went up in a cloud of smoke and ash. I'm not doing this justice. It was awesome.
Colleen and the Taftinator. See? Belly dancers keep it gangsta.
State of the Union: Sad
Listening to: God is Trying to Tell You Something from the Color Purple.
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