10 posts tagged “events”

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.

I wrote this really great entry about Julie's 28th Birthday that I christened "Wino 2009," but in continuation of the craphole that is my life, cyberspace decided to eat it. So, you're getting the abbreviated picture book version.

Here's the birthday girl with her husband Mario. I'm his other wife. lol.

This is Vanessa, Amy, and Myself. I think they told us to look serious. I was seriously scoping out our hot server.

Julie, Amy, Myself, and Melody. We're all card holding members of the Big Knockers Club.

Vanessa, Julie, Amy and Myself. Julie literally fell in our laps a second before that picture snapped.

Vanessa and Myself. We're card holding Britney Spears fans!

Dude. Are Ebony and Ivory not some hot bitches or what?

When winos go bad....yes, she really did lick her, and yes, Vanessa really was that grossed out.

Booty bumping at Grüv. Get down on it!

Us at Grüv. I love these two girls. They rode me up and down every parking garage on 4th street looking for my car until 3:00 in the morning without complaining. If these aren't good friends, then I don't know what is.

Can you tell how happy we are that we got our differences worked out? We promised not to let anyone get in our ears with nonsense and come in between us again. I know who I can count on. I know who I can depend on. I know who my best friend is. Ebony and Ivory ride again. I feel like I should be singing that "Reunited" song.  

State of the Union: Happy
Listening to: You Found Me by the Fray

I forgot to post these. They're from my belly dance teacher's husband's birthday party. You gotta love Rick. He lures us in with good food and plenty of booze and we show up dressed in erotic costumes. Yes, he was the one that had the Moulin Rouge party last year. I avoided the lady that bit my boob last year. She was with her husband, so she kept her hands to herself, but she did something even worse. She spread her legs wide and flashed her hairy cooter at me! I am officially blind since I pulled an Oedipus and gouged my eyes out. Anyway.....

Here's Julie and Myself. Julie's costume was Egyptian, but then again, just about everyone else showed up in white.

I went to four stores before I found this outfit waaaay on the other end of town. Only for Rick would I drive to flipping Brodie Lane for a costume.



They decided to be Spartans.



Colleen decided to be Medusa. Damn! Now I want to watch Clash of the Titans.



Shelagh, Julie, and Myself all lit up like the Fourth of July.



Yes, he really does have plasticwear hanging out of his ears. The night got stranger and stranger. Trust me.



Helene was doing a fertility dance or something of the sort, but she totally rocked it with some bad ass yoga poses that I was too drunk to take clear pictures of.



Troy was supposed to be Poseidon, but I was tipsy and kept calling him King Triton from the Little Mermaid. I was getting turned on by the gray hair (Hey! I was drunk!) He can prong me anytime.



Helene and Shelagh. Aphrodite and her Vestal virgin. (I know Vesta is Roman, but we kinda intermingled our Mythology for this party)



Here's Julie with her husband, Mario. He refuses to dress in costume. Ever.



Myself with Alana, my awesome belly dance companion.



Helene getting rowdy with the shimmies. Opa!



You ever watch that episode of Buffy were she meets Dracula and there's the Three Sisters in the basement crawling all over Giles? That's what they were doing to Rick.



Alana and Jeannie keeping the beats going. I kept thinking Chandra Moon  would have been right at home drumming it up with the rest of them if she'd been there.



I have four words: Boobie-biting-cooter-flasher.



Shelagh with the Birthday Boy, Rick. He made awesome Greek food. I loved the baklava.



I know that I'm named after the Demeter, Goddess of the Hearth (Explains why I like to cook and to eat, doesn't it), but I was drunk and a little high (from all the secondhand smoke) and I gave myself a new job title. I am Slayerbarbie, Goddess of Erections.

State of the Union: Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy
Listening to: Believe by the Bravery

Okay, so I have been remiss in posting up the oodles of pictures that I was supposed to do. I'm about to post 50 bajillion pictures because I was supposed to blog about all these events months ago, but whatevs. Just be glad you got the pictures. Moving right along.....

Halloween: I went to a hafleh at Ruta Maya in (gasp!) South Austin. Dude, I don't drive south of Riverside if I don't have to, but, because I am a Sonya Taft groupie, I made the trek. She's part of the lovely troupe, Raks Helwa.

Yes, they are dancing with swords on their heads. I will learn how to do that, well, once I learn how to dance, that is.....

Rania is why I wanted to learn Egyptian in the first place.

This butthole wouldn't move so I could get closer to take better pictures of Sonya, but she was the only one that went out and played zills, so I take my hat off to her.

Alexis and I. She was dressed like a dominatrix. Some dude kept asking me how much does my friend charge and he wasn't kidding, either. That was embarrassing.

Yup, I was an A.T.F. officer. I even had handcuffs.

I left from the hafleh and went to Rodeo because the dancing was over and I was bored. The door girl and I decided to assault my friend, Vincent, that manages the club.

My friend, Ida, competed in the contest they have every week where girls strip down to their underwear and dance around the dance floor to win $1000 in cash. She was wearing a nun outfit, though, so she's going straight to Hell.

My little sister, Ana, had an America's Next Top Model/Luau for her birthday. (She wanted the luau only because I had just had one). I put the girls in my wigs, dolled them up with lots of makeup, gave them a choice of three sparkly red dresses with my club heels and took their pictures. I can't put them up (because I don't want to get sued), but some of those little girls had some *scandalous* poses they were trying to do.

These little girls are waaay more grown up than me. My sister is wearing the crown I got when I went to see Enchanted. Her little friend was trying to make off with my tiara, but I plucked it off her head right before I left for the night. Mama didn't raise no dummy.....

No, I'm not vain and posting random pictures of me just because. This is for Kath, who said that I'm big on posting pictures of me all dolled up, but won't show what I look like without the war paint. All I can say to you, Kath, is suck it.

Speaking of bets, never say I don't keep my word. I couldn't find any white booty shorts (seeing as it ain't summertime and all), but I did the best with what was available. Thanks to Lisa for going with me to the ladies room to take these for me. They are the suckiest pictures ever but well, it's the suckiest team ever, so I kinda don't care. Someone please remind me of the horror of this day and why I should *never* bet on a sporting event again.

This one is for Gabrielle, a raaaaabid Yankees fan. Please don't stone me, Slade. It was not my choice.

My cousin and I used to be bestest friends and the biggest nerds when we were little. We used to compete to see who would get the most A's and E's on her report card. Like I said, we were nerds. We still kind of are.

Yes, I own a real tiara. And you thought I was kidding.....

Everyday, I am reminded more and more that I am my mother's daughter. My face, my intonation, and my obsession with boys all came from her.

My nana made this skirt for me and I made the top. There was another top that was supposed to go with it, but I spilled Starbucks on it, so I made this one in the parking lot like twenty minutes before I had to perform at Kick Butt with material I had *just* bought at Joann's. I lucked out BIG time.

This is Nilay. She teaches German to horny high schoolers and she's in one of my belly dance classes. We laugh because I like light meat and she likes dark. Our souls are *obviously* in the wrong bodies.

Like my pashmina? Tasmia gave it to me for my birthday. It looks awesome.

I am a Sonya Taft groupie so I have to put up the prerequisite picture of the Taftinator.

This is Roz. She's an awesome tribal dancer, but she's afraid to dance on stage, so I pulled her up when everyone was on stage was dancing so that she wouldn't stick out. So proud of my girl.

So much for the theory that belly dancers aren't strippers, eh? No, seriously though, we get paid tips for our shows.

This is from Paul's Christmas party at ACC. He was supposed to go with me to my Masquerade Ball earlier this year, but he got sick, so I wore that dress because he hadn't seen it.

I don't know if you can tell by this picture, but I was broken out in hives because my friend decided to put "special mushrooms" in the marinara sauce she made us for lunch. I keep telling people I'm allergic to *everything* but they don't seem to believe me. I had to go get a shot of Benadryl.

Us again. Can you tell we're a little tipply?

 
This pic is more for pictorial reference for NysaK. How do they make those pleats stay? Do you sew the top part to do that or do I have to keep pressing it?

After Paul's party, I talked to Jonathan, and his son by a weird twist of fate, on my way to my next party. I ended up at my friend's birthday party at Rodeo. I don't know if you can tell by the picture, but I was toasty. My friend, Jess, ended up driving us home. (Now that I think about it, she was probably more drunk than I was, but her shoes had smaller heels and my car is standard, so she got tapped to drive)

So, there you have it. Two months worth of pictures. Well, there were others, but they are too hot for t.v........hehehe.

State of the Union: Sleepy
Listening to: You Have Been Loved by Sia

Okay, so I know it was forever ago that I had my party. I posted the pics that I liked up on My Space. Birdsnest was gracious enough to stay up past his bedtime and take pictures for me (Thanks, Birdy!). My SD card was acting wonky, so I didn't take any pictures, but everyone else had their cameras and it's interesting to see who they took pictures of, who they didn't, and why they did or didn't. I won't go dishing anyone's secret drama, but I have to say that there was a *severe* outbreak of passive-aggressive bitchiness going on.

The thing about these pictures is that they pointed out things that I never noticed before, things that I noticed before and chose to ignore, things I must have thought about subconsciously but was forced to acknowledge and things that my head knew, but my heart hadn't accepted yet.

I realized that I inflict my personal tastes off on people. I hate domestic beer, I refuse to drink it, and anyone that *did* like it was SOL because there wasn't any to be had at this party.

Two things really bothered me about this picture: A) I was saddened to realize that this is one of the only pictures Vanessa was in all night and that's not right and B) Julie always poses like that and it kind of annoys me.

I call myself Sonia's groupie and I am. She's an awesome belly dancer, true, but the thing that I love about her (besides the fact that she's an Inuit) is the fact that she's not waif thin and she's okay with it. She embraces her uniqueness.

Every time I watch her do sword, or *any* dancing for that matter, I realize how far I still have to go with my own.



Tasmia was wearing a Snoopy shirt and jeans and put on one of the most sensual dances of the night. She proves my point that it really doesn't matter what you wear; hotness is innate and some people either have it or they don't.



I always knew, but it was nice to have it confirmed, that Paul is a real friend. He cut out on another party early to come to mine. He even rose above the fact that he doesn't get along with my best friend to be there and support me.



Alexis and I have been spending a lot of time together. She's into astrology and all that metaphysical froo-froo bullshit that I can't stand and just can't seem to wrap my head around, but I have learned tolerance from her.




Tasmia is the coolest bipolar chick that I know. The weirdest thing is that she has the most calming effect on me of all my friends. I also realized that James is an awesome husband. He accepts her the way she is, loves her unconditionally, and is really cool about me coming over and hanging out for hours on end.



Two bitchy points about this picture and both of them concern my best friend. A) Julie's roots prove my point that it is *never* a good idea to piss your haristylist off, because they will make you pay for your insubordination and B) It's my birthday, my party, and she purposefully positioned herself in the center of this picture. The picture is a metaphor for the biggest problem between us: Everything always has to be about her and she always has to be front and center with all the attention on her. Multiple people have pointed it out, but it kinda slapped me in the face here.



Mike and Tisha had been up since the buttcrack of dawn, went to another party and watched the game and were tired as hell, but they stayed up to come to my party. She's a good person, inside and out, and she's a good friend to boot.



I realized that this is probably the only picture that Birdy and I have of the two of us together. I also realized that, for all his bitching and moaning and complaining, he's a pretty swell guy.



This picture forced me to actually acknowledge that I have PCOS and it prompted me to write the entry that I did. I finally faced the fact that I'm probably always going to look this way.



This is the worst picture that I've ever taken in my life and it's the hardest one to look at. This was when I opened the gift that I thought was from my dad and turned out to be from Gianni. I saw that I had been holding on to him in my secret heart of hearts and holding myself back from ever really moving on because I felt like I was betraying him. This picture captured the moment that I finally accepted that he's gone and he's not ever coming back.

State of the Union: Not really sure how I feel right about now
Listening to: My Old Friend by Tim McGraw

I want to go on record as saying that I love Tisha. I haven't known her a year yet, but she has proven to be a better friend in the time that we've known each other that some of the people I have known for years. She's there when you need her. You don't have to ask; she just shows up. She's awesome and smoking hot to boot. I love her, and not just because she invited me to a bitchin' Happy Hour followed by raucous karaoke. I say raucous because we were a) drunk b) loud c) rowdy d) booing everyone that sucked at karaoke and you know who you are.

I walked in on a torrid love triangle going on between one cute guy, a married lady, and a chick with a boyfriend that wanted to hook up with cute guy. Did somebody order some drama? He then tried to [I]seriously[/I] complicate the mix by telling me that he liked me and asking me for my number in front of married lady (she stormed off in the middle of the night) and then tried to love up on me and gave me an innocent peck on the forehead in front of the chick with a boyfriend after she had already made out with him. She ended up crying and upset and had to be driven home. I just kinda checked out of the whole situation because he was a womanizer and, worse still, no matter how cute he was, he was wearing a [I]Nebraska[/I] shirt. *shudders*

I watched the game before heading out to DeeDee's bachelorette party on Saturday night. She's getting married at the Ren Fair next week that's happening near Houston and then she's camping for her honeymoon. She died laughing when I told her, "If the tent is a rockin', don't come a-knockin." I was buzzin' hard on screwdrivers. We went to Midnight Rodeo for a minute. There were rhinestone cowboys everywhere. I miss real, corn-fed cowboys. So sad, so sad. Also had an awkward run in with Julie, who, in case you missed it, I haven't really spoken to in like three weeks. Oh yeah, and she's supposed to be my best friend, so you can tell how well the lines of communication are working out in [I]this[/I] friendship can't you?

I then ended up at the strip club with Seth and his posse. I don't know which one of those assclowns slapped my ass, but I'm still wearing their hand print. They ended up spending the night, which lead to me making a huuuuuuge breakfast the next day. We went to go play some touch football and then came back to watch some football on the television (I have my fingers crossed that the Hanukkah Armadillo will bring me a flat screen this year).  I somehow managed to mess up the dimensions on my layout. I keep praying the Hanukkah Armadillo will also send some nice soul with another layout for me because we all know I suck ass at code. Oh, here are the happy hour pictures from Trudy's and karaoke at Common Interest. They look huge.

This is Tisha. Down, boys. You're not her type.

This was the torrid love triangle. The one in the middle is married.

Can you tell I was lit up like the 4th of July?

We're so foxy.

I got so hammered I forgot to take the syringe out of my mouth.

This was us earlier at Trudy's. You know, before I had two margaritas and a shaker and a half of Mexican martinis.

The three of us were the only ones with no drama going on that night.

We were sliding off the stool as that picture was taken. Drunk broads.

That one little peck started WWIII.

These were the best Jello shots I ever had. Probably because we were practicing our fellatio as we took them.

Know how you know you're a MySpace whore? When you're screaming, "MySpace!" at the top of your lungs, instead of "cheese" as you take your pictures.....

State of the Union: Bemused
Listening to: Shake It by Metro Station

You ever had a weekend that was so jam-packed that you needed a couple of days to recover? Aren’t weekends supposed to be about relaxation? I spent my Friday night entertaining the relatives that came in for Cousin Sarah’s wedding. This seemed to require me to cook for them in the kitchenette in their hotel suite, even though there was a perfectly good restaurant right up the street. I don’t mean to propel chintzy stereotypes about Jewish people, but my family isn’t helping with the cause, let me tell you. My aunt almost nutted in her pants when I told her that she had to pay for the food. (Do you know how much more expensive it is for Kosher? Dayuuuum)

My family was then put out when I told them that I had plans for my Saturday and they would need to entertain themselves. I had a belly dance class, tailgating at the Texas/Arkansas State game, a waxing, and a show at Kick Butt that night, plus THREE parties I was invited to. My cousin also needed her dress last minute altered and, seeing as how it was Shabbat and no work is supposed to be done and I was the only goy around, they wanted me to do it. Convenient, isn’t it, how people follow religious rules only when it suits their purpose?

Whatevs. I finished the last of the dress and she got married on Sunday and looked fabulous. She had a “no pictures taken by anyone other than the official photographer” rule, which I think is crap, so there aren’t any pictures yet. I’d better look hot or else his ass is toast. I love all weddings, but there’s something just uniquely different about the Jewish traditions. Someday, I want to be standing under a huppah. My mother would have my ass, but I would insist upon it.

Saturday night, I went to Kick Butt and I did something I had never done before. I danced there with NO liquor in my system. That was some scary s—t, let me tell you. My friend, Alanna, was going to a party afterwards, and she had wings. We put them on Casey and turned him into the Sex Fairy.

I think Alexis wanted him to waive his magic wand at her. I don't blame her. He was hoooot. This picture is *not* doing him justice.

This is Alexis, a.k.a. Barbarella. We have been spending a lot of time together. It's nice to have a friend that doesn't bring an armload of drama with her.

This is Helene, working magic with the finger cymbals.

We were going to a costume party. We were belly dancers. They were U.T. fans. We were *real* original with the costuming, eh?

I kinda hijacked this guy that night. I bumped into him and then we started talking and Slayer kinda…took over and nabbed her prey. Part of  me is scandalized at how much I shamelessly I flirted with him, but part of me is kvelling because I got my moxy back in full force. My friend, Colleen was having a party and I kinda invited people to crash it. (It’s not technically crashing if I was invited, right?) Well, I hijacked Lyle and he came with us. The party was very tame, but there was definite sparkage, enough so that he’s coming for dinner on Thursday. How long do I wait before I tell him that I blog and that, when you date me, you’re not just dating Slayer, but *everyone* at EFX?

Judge for yourself? Does he look like he’s being held against his will?

State of the Union: Sassy
Listening to: I Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5

I am beyond tired right about now. My little sister and my friend's daughter came over last night for a "Little Sister Slumber Party." Basically, they have older brothers that are easily irritated so they came over to my apartment for fun. They had pizza and hot wings and cookies. They stayed up until 2 painting finger nails and watching Nickelodeon and Disney Channel and then were back at it at the butt crack of dawn today before going for a swim. If I never hear another little girl giggling it will be too soon, but they had fun.

Their new names are "Princess Lily Pad" and "Princess Anaconda." (Their names are Leeann and Ana) The next time they come, they have planned a "fashion show" and "beauty contest" wearing my "sparkly" dresses, high heels and makeup. I am definitely hiding my tiara seeing as how they mangled my poor slinky to death.

After dropping them off, I went to run errands and got all the gifts for my gifty memes. It's too late to send them today, as the post office is closed, but keep your eyes peeled, people for "Slayer Survival Kits" that are coming your way. I think you will be able to tell, by some of the items in there, that I really do pay attention to what you blog about.

I'm headed to a 'Sunset Cruise" with my dad for one of his friend's birthdays. Steak, shrimp, sushi? I'm there. And champagne, too? I'm in high cotton, as my nana used to say..........

State of the Union: Hongry
Listening to: Glamorous by Fergie

This will be the hodgety-podgety of all entries because there are so many random things to talk about. For all of you Gifty Meme people, I will be shopping for the last of your items this week. Why is it taking so long, you ask? Because I actually thought about what I was going to send you. You're going to get some funky weird Austin/Texas things and then some "Hmmm, how well do I think I know you" type things. Be patient. They are coming.

We were the showcase in the Troupe Competition. Our dance was called the Pageant of the Fairy Queen. It was a riot. My instructor's costume was a riot. My friend's husband took pictures during the performance and I will get the posted as soon as he forks them over. I have pictures of my monstrosity of a costume and from Kick Butt. I will post those as soon as I get home as I think I know where I put my card reader.

I'm kinda sorta dating this Indian guy. We're going to have problems, I can already tell. Both of us are used getting our own way so we have a situation where there are too many generals and not enough soldiers. I don't like people telling me what to do and I don't like people trying to change my mind when I've already been quite clear on my position about certain things. The more he tries to change my mind, the more obstinate I become. He'll learn. Like my nana used to say," A hard head makes a soft ass."

I'm almost finished unpacking all my things. My clothes weighed so much that some of the shelf brackets are coming out of the wall and I need to replace them. Me with a drill? This should be interesting. Everyone duck for cover!

This weekend was the six month anniversary of my nana's death, so everyone in my family was feeling kinda blue. My dad, in for an impromptu visit, assessed the situation and decided that we needed to go to Vegas so that I would feel better. I'm not stupid. I know it was an excuse to run off with one of his little girlfriends, but only a fool would kick up a fuss and risk missing out on a free trip to Vegas and I may be a lot of things, but I ain't a fool......

State of the Union: Busy
Listening to: Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5

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