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So, I left my house at about 12:30 yesterday afternoon.
Spent the next five hours making food with Sara for her poetry soiree.
There was, alas, a limitted turn-out for it, but the poetry (especially that done by Hexpiritus -- That gal is becoming one of my favourites, I think) was awesome, Sara's contortion performance was awesome and beautiful (and involved audience participation in the form of singing, which was *also* awesome), and people liked the food (particularly the cookies -- chocolate chip, coconut, flax seed cookies. Very tastey and not overwhelmingly sweet. I made them -- though, obviously, it was her recipe). So I'm happy about that. :-)
And I got to dance with my girlfriend (badly but, y'know, we try. ;-) which made me feel really incredible. There's is nothing in this world for me like being the center of someone else universe (particularly when it's such a busy someone as my girlfriend). It feels amazing, and I LOVE it! :-)
Luna Allison performed -- I finally got a chance to hear her speak/read/"spit"[1] after hearing her name mentioned so often even in the short while I've been lurking around the edges of the Ottawa poetry scene -- damn, but her work is so moving. Holy life! Just about cried. I have an idea of where her name comes from now and, yeah... WOW...
Whooooooo...
But, while she was doing her last piece, I was upstairs, packing up the food and such so that Sara could get to her *other* gig. Which was Mister Leather.
I love that it was held in the sanctuary of a church. Which is *gorgeous*, by the way. :-) The green-and-brown-and-white marble pillars are just beautiful, and the whole place is airy and light and lovely. (And I ran into my favourite Frosh Facil there! Mark, the Head Homo -- who got divorced on Monday. I told him "Happy Freedom Day" before heading out with my Young Lady. It was nice to see him again).
Anyway. Yeah.
Miz Sara did a fabulous leather contortio-striptease for the show. She was on right after intermission (and thank goodness, 'cause otherwise there would have been trouble getting there on time -- as it was, she walked over to St. Bridget's while I took a cab back to her place, dropped off the rubbermade bin of stuff (and my overnight bag) and then round-trip it back to the church).
Damn, but that girl's got a strut on her. <*shiver*> I love it. Cocky little tart. <3 :-D
She had to start the routine over again -- as the MC explained to the audience "She was just too hot, we've blown a fuse" -- and she stayed in character when the fuse blew. And she re-worked the opening to suit the turn of events, and when the music shorted out a second time, she just kept going. To thunderous applause. I took great glea in the phalanx of leathermen in the pews next to me screaming and cheering and calling out the chorus of the song she'd been dancing to (Bad to the Bone), and in the way she kept working the show despite the lack of music.
So proud of her. For pulling off two gigs in such a short timespan. For pulling off that poetry show, period (organizer, caterer, performer... gawd... I haven't done something like that since highschool, and even then, I was one of two performers and had a tonne of help), for carrying off the Mister Leather gig despite the technical difficulties.
She did a hell of a great job.
We got back to her place around midnight and pretty-much collapsed. Well, she did. Having been working less hard, I was able to sit, before lying down.
My baby girl... :-) She works like a horse, I tell you. :-) I am so impressed. :-D
Anyway, just thought I'd take a moment (hour?) to blog my praise. :-)
In other, related, news: I got my coctail dress done (or 'done enough' -- the lining still needs to be hemmed), and looked both (A) damn sophisticated and (B) damn hawt, at the same time, while wearing it. So woohoo! :-) Also: My spiffy new shoes? I succeeded in making them comfortable (in-so-far as brand-new 3" heels are comfortable) for a five-hour period that included a lot of standing, some walking, climbing stairs carrying a huge tub of stuff, and dancing for about half an hour.
Life? It be good. :-)
Anyway. I need to... god... clean. I need to clear off my bed so that I can go to sleep tonight.
But, before that, I need to put in another row (or two, or - for preference - three rows) of pleats on my Hallowe'en skirt. :-)
Wish me luck! :-D
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] Yeah, I learned that new term at Umi on Friday. Sergio asked if I was going to spit that night -- and I'd never heard that word used like that. Although the context explained it pretty well. Of course, I did. The host very kindly referred to me as "a powerful poet". I'll definitely take that any day of the week, even taking the hyperbole into account. ;-)
Spent the next five hours making food with Sara for her poetry soiree.
There was, alas, a limitted turn-out for it, but the poetry (especially that done by Hexpiritus -- That gal is becoming one of my favourites, I think) was awesome, Sara's contortion performance was awesome and beautiful (and involved audience participation in the form of singing, which was *also* awesome), and people liked the food (particularly the cookies -- chocolate chip, coconut, flax seed cookies. Very tastey and not overwhelmingly sweet. I made them -- though, obviously, it was her recipe). So I'm happy about that. :-)
And I got to dance with my girlfriend (badly but, y'know, we try. ;-) which made me feel really incredible. There's is nothing in this world for me like being the center of someone else universe (particularly when it's such a busy someone as my girlfriend). It feels amazing, and I LOVE it! :-)
Luna Allison performed -- I finally got a chance to hear her speak/read/"spit"[1] after hearing her name mentioned so often even in the short while I've been lurking around the edges of the Ottawa poetry scene -- damn, but her work is so moving. Holy life! Just about cried. I have an idea of where her name comes from now and, yeah... WOW...
Whooooooo...
But, while she was doing her last piece, I was upstairs, packing up the food and such so that Sara could get to her *other* gig. Which was Mister Leather.
I love that it was held in the sanctuary of a church. Which is *gorgeous*, by the way. :-) The green-and-brown-and-white marble pillars are just beautiful, and the whole place is airy and light and lovely. (And I ran into my favourite Frosh Facil there! Mark, the Head Homo -- who got divorced on Monday. I told him "Happy Freedom Day" before heading out with my Young Lady. It was nice to see him again).
Anyway. Yeah.
Miz Sara did a fabulous leather contortio-striptease for the show. She was on right after intermission (and thank goodness, 'cause otherwise there would have been trouble getting there on time -- as it was, she walked over to St. Bridget's while I took a cab back to her place, dropped off the rubbermade bin of stuff (and my overnight bag) and then round-trip it back to the church).
Damn, but that girl's got a strut on her. <*shiver*> I love it. Cocky little tart. <3 :-D
She had to start the routine over again -- as the MC explained to the audience "She was just too hot, we've blown a fuse" -- and she stayed in character when the fuse blew. And she re-worked the opening to suit the turn of events, and when the music shorted out a second time, she just kept going. To thunderous applause. I took great glea in the phalanx of leathermen in the pews next to me screaming and cheering and calling out the chorus of the song she'd been dancing to (Bad to the Bone), and in the way she kept working the show despite the lack of music.
So proud of her. For pulling off two gigs in such a short timespan. For pulling off that poetry show, period (organizer, caterer, performer... gawd... I haven't done something like that since highschool, and even then, I was one of two performers and had a tonne of help), for carrying off the Mister Leather gig despite the technical difficulties.
She did a hell of a great job.
We got back to her place around midnight and pretty-much collapsed. Well, she did. Having been working less hard, I was able to sit, before lying down.
My baby girl... :-) She works like a horse, I tell you. :-) I am so impressed. :-D
Anyway, just thought I'd take a moment (hour?) to blog my praise. :-)
In other, related, news: I got my coctail dress done (or 'done enough' -- the lining still needs to be hemmed), and looked both (A) damn sophisticated and (B) damn hawt, at the same time, while wearing it. So woohoo! :-) Also: My spiffy new shoes? I succeeded in making them comfortable (in-so-far as brand-new 3" heels are comfortable) for a five-hour period that included a lot of standing, some walking, climbing stairs carrying a huge tub of stuff, and dancing for about half an hour.
Life? It be good. :-)
Anyway. I need to... god... clean. I need to clear off my bed so that I can go to sleep tonight.
But, before that, I need to put in another row (or two, or - for preference - three rows) of pleats on my Hallowe'en skirt. :-)
Wish me luck! :-D
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
[1] Yeah, I learned that new term at Umi on Friday. Sergio asked if I was going to spit that night -- and I'd never heard that word used like that. Although the context explained it pretty well. Of course, I did. The host very kindly referred to me as "a powerful poet". I'll definitely take that any day of the week, even taking the hyperbole into account. ;-)
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