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Ye gods, yesterday was the most stressful day EVAR and that counts all of last week. Stupid moving. *sigh* Moral of story: moving sucks equally whether you are moving across the street or across the state, the time in between the lifting the hauling the bruising is pretty much irrelevent. And as I complained repeatedly yesterday and today, I could swear that last year when we moved into this place we swore we weren't doing this shit again until we could afford movers. We were reminded eaxatly why that was when we were faced with getting Raf's unwieldy couch and fourteen ton elliptical machine down two flights of stairs, around the corner and back up two more slightly better spaced flights of stairs.

I've got bruises and strains in places I don't want to think about. And I have to dance today. Speaking of which...

On top of having to move shit all day I was also freaking out because 2/3rds of my costume for today still hadn't shown up. After freaking out mightily about this and calling one of the ebay sellers and leaving a very nasty message (he REALLY should have shipped that shit on Monday and he hasn't bothered to yet - I know, I called FedEx), we made a trip to Northampton cause a) we needed to pick up M and b) Sasha's Gypsy Heart still has an annex in the basement of one of the antique stores. I actually was lucky enough to find almost exactly what I needed - a blue skirt that I managed to cut and pin into decent harem pants (the bottoms are a little foofy but no one's going to be looking at my feet, despite the fact that I painted my toenails) and a gorgeous purple velvet choli top. After spending most of last night quietly freaking about the last minute ghettotastic pin job (you don't want to know how many safety pins are in those pants right now) and about the fact that I really wanted to do my hair for the occasion, sleep and "fuck it" won out around 3am... but I tried on the whole ensemble this morning and pulled my hair out of cornroes ("cause i'm NOT dancing looking like Coolio!") and holy shit, I look like a goddess. So all's well that ends well, right? And I'll have somewhat better costumery for the show next time.

On top of THAT I still have work related work to do, but I'm not going to worry about that just yet. Right now, I've got a bus to catch and a performance to get through, and now that I'm convinced I look incredible, I'm much less worried about that aspect of it. :)

If people still want to show up, it's in Northampton, at the Northampton Center for the Arts (the yellow building across from the Academy.). admission is $10, the show starts at 2. Come on, belly dancing... you know you wanna!

Gotta go.

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Whee! Fisher Price my first belly dance recital went really well! I mean, I made a couple of minor gaffes, but I don't think anyone noticed. Our class were at the end of the program so I got to watch almost everyone going before me, and an unexpected treat was getting to see the always gorgeous autumnlaughing dance. (I didn't even know she belly danced. Ha haaaaawt.)

Heh, stage makeup. I devirginized my compact this morning (and considering I bought that pressed pwder almost three years ago that's really amusing.) Plus yikes, blush... I must say, I can't fathom people that put on five layers of pancake makeup every day, even though admittedly I look rather good in it. but still - it's nice to be able to scratch my nose or touch my face without having it come off, you know? sheesh.

Anyway, I had fun... saw plenty of people I knew in the audience (including Gypsy Heart Sasha! Who's aparently starting up a middle eastern/gypsy themed bed and breakfast - wow!) was vastly pleased by my own cheering squad in the audience and was touched when during the show intermission sydneycat presented me with a pair of dangly silver earrings with purple crystals that rather perfectly matched my outfit so of course I had to dash off and put them in. And the show was amazing - so many dancers, so many eyepoppingly gorgeous costumes, so many lovely non-flat bellies (there was even a woman in the advanced student troupe that was about six months pregnant who looked utterly gorgous - the third mother daughter team in that troupe, apparently) so many ideas for choreography... I know I know, I'm only one session of classes in, but I can already think of stuff that I'd want to do performing, and it probably will come out better that the little emo girl that soloed rather melodramatically to some heavy metal/Arabic fusion silliness.

I did have a moment right before our music started when my legs decided to go sproing on me. Right now actually everything hurts from the move - my back, thighs and upper arms are all bruised and achy and killing me. I think my first stop after I post this is getting one or two of those ibuprofen horse pills I have in the meds cabinet down, as I now have an apartment to settle into and it would be nice if I were somewhat less damaged feeling while I did it. Blargh. But I did just go shop for groceries for my very own house, which has a fun thrill all of it's own! It's going to be fun settling in... as long as I don't hurt doing it. :)

Some weekend, eh?