3 posts tagged “belly dancing”

It's 5:35 a.m. and I can't sleep. I already did some unpacking before my selective ADD kicked in (Selective because it only flares up when it's something I don't want to do) and I set myself to the task of finding my card reader. After digging in four different spots: Ta Dah!

This is a picture of all the things Ben sent me for the Gift Meme.

Julie doesn't want any of her pictures up on the internet because she thinks her stalker ex boyfriend/baby daddy will find them. (Even though I don't know him, have never met him, and 98% of my friends don't know I have a blog, but whatever). So, as a compromise, the only pictures that will be shown will be non-alcohol and non her-boobs-hanging-out-of-whatever-outfit-she-happens-to- be-wearing, so that pretty much cuts out most of her pictures, but here's a couple from her husband's birthday party.

Julie and Mario.

Drunken whores!

Melody disproves Marlena's theory that redheads are ugly.

Here are some pictures from our improv show at Kick Butt.

Sonya is so talented, it's scary. It's like she has no bones and can make her body do any type of contortion. She's always moving too fast for cameras to capture the essence of her. No matter what I do, this thing refuses to rotate in Photobucket, even though I got it to do it in iPhoto, but I love this picture and refuse not show it, but you get the general idea.

This is from my first show at  Kick Butt. Sonya is my hero.We show that you can be a bad ass dancer and not look like a twig.

Tasmia and Dee Dee doing a duet dance.

I made a belly dance outfit and then packed it away during my move right before our second improv show, so I took one of my hip scarves and turned it into a shirt. Everyone was impressed. I'm not sure if it was because I did a good job (no one knew it was a hip scarf until I told them) or because they were impressed my boobs didn't pop out while I was dancing.

Dude, my tan lines are STILL here from Cancun in May.

Here are pictures from the Pageant of the Fairy Queen.

Z-Helene's outfit was outrageous. She took the outfit I gave her (the gold parts) and "augmented" them. I think she had a color to represent every fairy in the pageant.

Here is my heinous fairy outfit. I really do look like the Great Pumpkin from the Charlie Brown Special. She sewed the shirt together and just cut holes for my head and arms to pop out of, so I went in and fixed them to make a proper shirt with seams,made the shirt a V neck and put gold leaf accents. I sewed orange and gold tulle and net to the burnt orange hip belt that she made. I would have cut the neckline lower, but I didn't want to be the skank fairy

Tas and I hamming it up in the ugliest costumes in the history of the free world.

Shayla's husband took these really awesome pictures out in the audience. I need to find the cd she put them on. I will post them once I locate it under the mountains of paperwork on my desk at work.

State of the Union: Pictorial (Can I say picture-y?)
Listening to: Viva la Vida by Coldplay

So, the annual Troupe Belly Dancing Competition is tomorrow. Belly dancers from all over the United States, not to mention one troupe from Scotland, will be performing tomorrow night at the Scottish Rite Theater here in Austin. There will be some pretty flipping amazing dancers coming, showing their skills and Elena Lentini, THE Elena, will be performing as well as judging. Why am I in tears right now? Because my costume is FUCKING UGLY!!!! There, I said it. It's ugly. There are no other words to describe the hideous monstrosity that I will have to don. I don't even think Angelina Jolie can make this outfit hot. Yes, it's that ugly.

It's burnt orange, homemade (NOT BY ME), and beyond tacky. Why burnt orange? Because she said there were no other material colors, all the other girls are pasty and can't pull it off, plus she had already bought the material.The girl that made the costumes said that she knew how to sew. No offense, but my little nine year old sister could have done a better job with this. The only reason why I agreed to let her make my costume in the first place is because I was moving and didn't think I would have enough time. Well, I should have done it anyway, because she still doesn't have the skirt/belt that goes with it finished, the arm bands are hideous and she had to redo the shirt because she made it too small and my boobs popped out from the bottom of the shirt. She had three weeks to do our costumes and they look like she made them in the car on the way to rehearsal.

She finished everyone's outfit but mine, including the girl that got fitted a week and a half after she took everyone's measurements. When she showed up without my skirt/belt, with arm bands in the wrong material, and with the second top that threatened to strangle me, it took the hand of God to keep me from knocking her ass out. Don't volunteer for things if you don't have time to do them properly and please, for the love of God, don't volunteer to make costumes if you can't flipping sew. Augh!!!!

Now I have to go on in this orange monstrosity that, I swear to you, makes me look like the Great Pumpkin from the Charlie Brown Halloween Special. I am, as we speak, making a flaming gold and orange tulle tutu to go up underneath this and I have christened myself the Punk Rock Fairy. I was really, really upset before, until I talked to the other girls and learned that their costumes are ugly, too, so now I don't feel as bad, but it's really chapping my ass that I'm going to have to pay this whore for making this, especially when I could have sent this to NysaK and paid her to make me look like a superstar.....

State of the Union: Brassed off
Listening to: Umbrella by Marie Digby

Even before EFX went to the crapper, I hadn't been blogging in a while. Slayer has been one busy chick. The dating has been steady, but uneventful. I am developing a process for weeding out the freakazoids, but a few keep slipping in through the cracks. I'm also tired as heck all the time. I have slept through my alarm three times in the past five days. My ex called to bitch me out about a semi-revealing shirt I had worn to the bar the night before and I could have kissed him because he woke me up from a deep slumber and I barely made it to work on time. He was being a condescending jerk, but he saved my butt, so I didn't rip him a new one for some of his smart ass comments.

Okay, so I'm pooped because I have been cleanign out closets and packing because I'm finally moving out of the hood. I will now be paying for rent what I used to pay for my rent + my car note, but that's okay because personal safety is worth the extra quid I will have to shell out. I live in the first building in my complex, so I have no clue what goes on anywhere else, but it's a *little* disconcerting when you find out that there was a *major* drug bust that went down while you were in Mexico on hiatus. So I'm packing up all my crap and all of Gianni's crap and I'm moving up North, where they do criminal background checks before renting to people.

I am also in the process of learning two different and very complex choreographies for belly dancing. One is for my class recital and the other is for the troupe competition in August. I also learned an intricate duet for the competition but my partner decides, one month before the competition to ask her husband if it's okay for her to dance in public and she got a big, resounding hell-to-the-no. (He's Syrian and has very firm ideas about women that dance in public being whores) I wish that she had asked him before I spent the past four months learning a choreography for nothing.

Anyway, our group ensemble is the showcase of the competition (meaning we aren't competing). It's called the "Pageant of the Fairy Queen." I'm one of the slow fairies (meaning we do slow undulating movements, as opposed to the fast fairies and the flying fairies that do these cool things with veils.) This dance changes from week to week. I suck at choreography to begin with, so this isn't helping and I hate undulations because they hurt my back. My instructor still hasn't told us what we're supposed to wear. I’m just going to make a costume and, if mine looks flashier than everyone else’s, oh well. I keep asking these broads what they're going to wear and they can't come up with an answer. Helene, who as our instructor and creator of the whole shebang is the Queen, told us that we need to create a persona for our fairy.

Yup, I created a persona, all right. Just call me Dark Diva Fairy..........

State of the Union: Tiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrreeeeeeedddddddddd
Listening to: How I Could Just Kill a Man by Charlotte Sometimes