muse

Steve and I are contemplating investing in another fancy kitchen knife. We bought ourselves a set of Henckel’s Four-Star knives for our first Christmas together (Weird, I know, but is there ever an appropriate occasion for big knives?) and it has made cooking SOOOOO much more enjoyable. Our chef’s knife takes the brunt of the abuse, so we are contemplating getting a second one to make chopping chores divisible. We also might go for the santoku, which I have an irrational desire for. It can do most of the same things, and the curvature of the Shun blade looks like it will still handle the needed rocking motion for mincing and such well.

I had yet another Mirage performance last night. No one I know at this one, which was just as well, since the headliner cancelled, as did one other guest performer, and we had massive audio difficulties to boot. If anyone feels like donating a five-disc changer (or hell, just a CD player) to a group of starving bellydancers, let me know. We use UT’s equipment, but it’s on its last legs and every show is an adventure. Anyway, I felt like my performance was … smushy, for lack of a better word … so I’m determined to do something REALLY percussive for the Bedouin Nights show, which will be March 10. Gotta sharpen up my moves before I lose them completely.

I never mentioned how the Dark Goddess Ball went. I haven’t heard any news on how the fund raising end of it turned out, but the Ball itself was quite an experience. The pervasive drizzle that had been plaguing my spirits all day thankfully stopped before the event, since I was scheduled to dance outside and moving it inside would have been really problematic. Things started with a bang, quite literally, as the DJ blew a fuse at the beginning of the night and there were all these Goddesses running around trying to fix it. I was in the dressing room getting ready, and unfortunately, the lights there were the last to come back on. It ended up making me start late, which I felt bad about. I did a sword performance, since it is always fun, appropriate to this particular audience, and has the added bonus of making you look cool just because it’s on your head. You don’t actually have to *do* much from there. Usually. But this ended up being a grueling show. Due to a lack of communication, I ended up dancing a TWENTY MINUTE set. Nonstop. On the wet grass. With a sword. And while the drizzle had stopped, the air was still so heavy that nothing evaporated, so I finally reached the point where I had to put the sword down, since my hair was so wet with sweat and rain that it kept sliding off. Twenty minutes. I could barely move the next day. Nevertheless, I had a good time, and I send my thanks to the folks who cheered me on. It made a four minute piece for Mirage last night feel like cake. Talk about immersion therapy.

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