Goin' To A Hafla, Gonna Eat A Lot Of Peaches

Random reference of the day: this song. Just in case you think I'm going to some weird sexual hafla or something, I dunno. There probably IS some bellydance event SOMEWHERE featuring peach fusion or peaches or SOMETHING, you just know it. Or someone has once bellydanced to that song. O_O

Anyway!

This evening I am driving two and a half hours (that's one way, not round trip) to go to a hafla where I don't know anyone. And I suspect it's going to be mostly Tribal, even though I am a hardcore Egyptophile. Yes, that's how desperately dance-starved I really am.

I emailed a dancer in the NZ Teacher's List in the largest city down here in the South (Dunedin, hilariously Scottish in it's deportment, where my accent draws no attention AT ALL), and she was VERY nice and chatty and helpful, so hopefully I'll get the chance to meet her and say hello in person. She's performing too, and I *think* she's Oriental styled, so that should be interesting.

I'm looking forward to it, even with the thought that it's probably going to be Tribal heavy (Dunedin seems to be mostly Tribal styled). I fucking HATE meeting other dancers when I'm this heavy - I was so awkward and uncomfortable even meeting our own suzycat  in person for the first time, wondering what she was going to think of this short, fat, terribly unglamorous person. I *know* that's more to do with me and my own self-image (and knowing how I used to look and how I used to dress and carry myself) than it is about other people judging me, really. Although I know that does happen too. *sigh*

Anyway, I'm not trying to PROVE anything or DO anything or GET anything out of it. I'm just going as an audience member to enjoy myself. I'll also take mental notes so that I can post a review of my evening's entertainment for y'all. In the interests of Bellydance Anthropology, you know. 

So until tomorrow (or possibly later tonight, who knows?!) flisties - have a good Saturday!

 

OR NOT

It is just after 11pm and I ust got back from Dunedin.

Which I obviously must have left two and a half hours ago. At half past eight.

From a show that was due to start at half past seven.

It wasn't short. I don't know if it sucked.

BECAUSE I COULD NOT FIND THE HAFLA VENUE.

Forty minutes of randomly driving around the city does NOT make for a good evening. I am so fucking angry right now that I'm having to play the Avoid The Only Other Person In The House game to avoid hurting any feelings. Angry Wiggle is Utterly Unbearable Venomous Wiggle. And I hate her when she gets the better of me.