The mystery that is me...

Here is me in my solo...check out the veil hangtime!!!

Rub the budha belly for luck!

We sure do love our backbends. I should have worn my nude color power mesh...oh well...which one of these is not like the other... :)

Double Double toil and trouble... or something like that. We are such the drama queens portraying the Sanderson Sisters dancing to Bette Midlers "I put a Spell on you".

A Tribal Chorus Line...one...singular sensation.

The Gothic Puppet Master...dance my pretties dance!

Spring Show Coolness

Ok, so there was this show we did in February. I bombed my solo, but most of the tribal stuff was fabulous!

Here is a picture of Ruth, Gabriella, and I in the "I put a Spell on You" number. We are balancing the home rigged firepots..thank you Ruth - gotta put that Purdue Engineering degree to work! Our back bends are actually lined up...sweet!

The Mother of all Tribal

Here is Carolena and Mehga with the host tribe Dark Side Tribal at the Tribal Pura Show March 4th, 2006. These ladies are awesome. If I move to Bloomington I definately want to dance with them!
Here is Carolena and Megha with Blue Lotus Tribe who came down from Chicago to perform. Wendy (on the far right) is such a doll...we dance with each other at SCA events whenever we can.

I registered early, so I get to gloat about getting to see Carolena of Fat Chance Belly Dance the Mother of all that is American Tribal Style at this year's SOLD OUT Tribal Pura in Bloomington, Indiana. The morning workshop was great! We worked on some of the basics and they demonstrated moves I've only been able to see done on video. And Yes I was right all along about the Arabic movements thank you! He He He... My arms were killing me staying in ATS standard arm posture for so long, but it was worth it. After lunch, Carolena taught a class on the muscle isolations and how the muscles work and what part of the body is really creating the movement...got lots of notes on that one! Then Mehga - a student of Carolena's that directs Denyavi in Arizona - taught a class on stage presense. The workshops ended with floorwork...ouch...my butt does not do laybacks.

There was a vendor there that had 12 banquet tables full of afgany and tribal jewelry, belts, bling, SCA worthy gear, blankets and more! I bought a Tribal Pura t-shirt, a DVD version of the FCBD Power Woman workout, and a really cool brass pendant.

The Bloomington SCA crew grabbed me and took me to an Afghany resturant called MAC...the food was great...of course I've never tasted that type of food before and I was so hungry after the workshops that I would have eaten the carpet. The evening show was excellent. There were more vendors at the show and I bought this dragon's blood soap from Spellbound Soap Works that smells incredible. It reminds me of Swamp Mama's oils from Convo years ago. The Dreadful Ewe was there with their fabulous dreaded wool hair pieces...I want one!!!

So OK there was a show too...there were so many talented women dancing that night...I really wish there would have been a DVD to purchase. There were three different fire dances...I thought the sprinkler system was sure to go off at any moment. I was so tired at the end of the show from the long days events, that when they had a standing ovation for Carolena, I actually had to debate getting up...not that it wasn't deserved, it was just that I was so pooped! I am such a slacker...I forgot my camera or it would be me in the picture with Carolena like the pictures above...doh!!

I crashed at Jessie's house and we got up on Sunday and went to this resturant that was converted from a big house. The food was scrumptious...french toast and smoked bacon...hmmmm. They left the bathtub in the bathroom and filled it with goldfish! Ok, just imagine sitting on the throne and watching googly eyed gold fish swimming in the tub staring up at you. Bloomington is such a cool place and so much more fun and colorful than Lafayette...and relaxed too. So why am I still here......

Reality Takes a Holiday

No shit, there I was...in Detroit of all places...minding my own business trying to enjoy this year's Convocation, when reality comes up and bites me on the ass!

Don't ya hate it when you know there's something missing and you can't put your finger on it? Well all weekend I felt like something was a miss. I drifted from class to class...avoided the smoking room, Kyle and I pychoanalized life and the universe while avoiding the smoking room, I taught a fabulous belly dance class and a damn good Reiki class...I only had about 4oz of Moniack Mead the liquid amber of the gods, but came home with three full bottles he he he...fought the urge to be the jealous whiny girlfriend and lost to my baser instincts...go lizard brain...only managed to cry 3 times all weekend...went to two stupid rituals...took a really cool shamanic journey to bond with my dumbeck...got to know Bast a little better...Jon and I bonded by both of us being in the exact same kind of long distance relationship vagueness...fixed my vagueness by letting my Virgo sun beat the crap out of my Leo moon...cut the apron strings to the phreaquez...discovered we are all just crisis addicts...tried to be weighed and measured, but I found the whole process wanting, although I did get a blue cookie...discovered I am really tired of still being fat...I was the green fairy for a few hours till the panty hose gave out...I really like sparklies...consistantly managed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time a whole lot for getting my Leo's share of attention...got bored with the merchants...co wrote a kick ass chocolate ritual...founded the Church of None of the Above...found out who my real friends are...decided Michigan lefts aren't so bad...Kia can eat Kit Kats in the most fucked up ways...showed off my cleavage so I could stay at an after hours party...got my ego stroked all weekend...my ego is now chaffed...discovered the emotional rollercoaster is normal...still have to look up the significance of salamanders...slept in a bed alone at Con for the first time ever...got riled up about Pagan politics for about five minutes...ya know, three pound balls of string hurt when you get hit on the head with them in web making rituals...did not bring enough clothes...brought too much food...overall had fun...I think :)