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02.29.04 Oof-dah. Helluva party, but in the best way. Got back to the house around 4-ish. Bellydancing was received well. Okay, very well. Danced three times, once with a band. It was the band that I danced with in December. Danced to the same song, too. Later, as I thanked the singer for letting me dance, he thanked me for dancing. Then he said, "It's distracting," with a grin.
Whoopee! My creative writing teacher and his wife were there. They said that I should get myself hired as a bellydancer at a particular restaurant in town. That my dancing was as good as the ones they'd seen at the restaurant. *pause to bask in adulation for a moment . . . ahhhhh . . . OK* Here's the kind of friends that I've got (and I love them for it); several arranged to bring/invite men who they thought would interest me. Goodness. A ton of copy-editing and outlines and crap to write for classes. And algebra. I do love the quadratic equation. (Added at 6:30 p.m.) Goodness. I ran into some of the party-goers of last evening -- including one of the members of the band that I danced with. Seems that the singer was so distracted that he forgot to do his solo. *laugh* Ah, dah pow-uh o' dah hips. . . . It must be used wisely and only for good. Back one. ||||| Forward one.
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