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8:37AM - Monday November 3, 2003 Friday night I danced at the monthly hafla at the dance studio and my troupe made our debut and we were fabulous. Everybody loved the choreography we did to Sean Paul's "Get Busy" and we had a blast. My friends CuteSnarkyBoy and Britt came up from the Valley, went to the big rit on the Commons and dropped by the house afterwards. We went to the Apple Barrel for a late-ish supper, and let me tell you the gut buster is not for the faint of heart. We couldn't finish it between the three of us and I think it wrecked CSB's and my stomachs for the weekend--we were full all of Saturday, I think, and hardly ate anything. Speaking of CSB--he's a good kisser. That's all I'm going to say about htat for now. The Witch's Ball was a blast as usual, I got in free becasue I was dancing and I didn't have to buy beer all night. Durga smoked me up after I danced and life was a fine fine thing. The Thieves of Dagdad got me up on stage to sing with them without any rehearsal, and I so royally fucked the song at the beginning I got them to start over. I keep jumping the gun on the intro--I totally wasn't expecting to sing with them on Saturday. They rocked as usual, the bellydancing rocked of course, there was a loud angry band and they were fun to dance to, and CSB smiled at me all night. The ritual was a really primal thing, we were jam-packed in such a little space and we were dancing and grooving to the sweet rhythms of the drummers. I pulled CSB up to dance with me, which was a whole lot of fun. The press of bodies and the heat and the rhythms were amazing, I was so high on the energy. I was right in the middle when the chanting and moving in a circle happened. Just picture a huge mass of people, rotating like a galaxy--those of us in the very center had our arms up, hands all clasped. We wre singing and chanting and when it died out I yelled "Magic is alive!" and got my response back, "The Goddess is afoot!" and we grooved on that for a while. It was fucking amazing. Pagans know how to party. The energy was so fine after the rit broke up that we were all groping and making out with each other, and it was a good thing. I smooched on several people, CSB included, and I think if it hadn't been a public venue that was closing around us the clothes would have started to come of and we would have been making with the nekkid. Naked is when you have no clothes on, and nekkid is naked with intent. Oh yes. Sunday I just wanted to stay in bed all day, nekkid, but Britt wou;dn't let me--she rousted us out of bed at 1:45PM and made us be sociable. I so very much didn't want to leave my bed and the nice boy that was in it, but I neglected her horribly all weekend and felt bad. Britt went home and told her husband that I stayed in bed all weekend. I told her I tried really hard to but she wouldn't let me. Hee! God, I like the CuteSnarkyBoy a lot.
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