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4:07PM - Monday July 5, 2004 Anyway, I spent Canada Day afternoon picking my music, listening to it, and preparing myself to perform. Kryptonite helped me calm my nerves a bit while I was putting on my false eyelashes and makeup and stuff. His unswerving belief in my awesomeness is just really damn cool. Love him. I got the Roomie to take some pictures of my funky dancing eye makeup because Kryptonite loves it when I'm dolled up to dance, then grabbed Butch and headed out to the club. We ended up being really early, but I'm freaky and like to be early, so I didn't really care. It gave Butch more time to drink beer, which she did quite a lot of that night. Heh. Anyway, my first performance went really well--I'd picked a 3 minute slow song to show off my sexay moves and flexibility--they loved it when I hung upside down in a back bend--and I had the DJ transition into a fast and fun drum piece to showcase my MAD shimmy SKILLZ, oh yeah. The crowd was screaming and hooting and clapping for me--I ended up getting the highest score ever, though the judge known only as 'Satan' was absent that night, so I take it with a grain of salt. I got called back for the second set and I performed the funky veil piece I choreographed for my intermediates last term. It's got some slow sensual moves at the beginning, a taqsim to transition and then it's fast and playful. I worked with a veil, and managed at one point to wrap it around my head because that's Murphy's Law of bellydance: veils are 50% skill and 50% luck, I swear. No matter how much you work with it, there's always going to be some performance wher eyour veil does exactly what you don't want it to do. Anyway, I quickly got the veil out of my face and continued dancing and working the crowd. It was awesome! The women were all over me, in fact, I could have taken one of the judges home after the competition if I'd exerted just a modicum of effort. Gay men were coming up to me to tell me how awesome I wa sand how I was turning even them on. Very funny. So yeah, I won. I rock. And I'm already thinking of something cool to do for the grand championship on Labour Day weekend for the $1000 prize. I'm thinking maybe a sword dance... Butch got so completely trashed that it was hard to get her home. She was very loud in the cab on the way home, and I had to hold her up by her jacket because she was staggering around so much. She doesn't remember the cab ride, or me sitting her down with a glass of water and a hot dog when we got back to the apartment building. I was a little afraid walking her up the stairs--luckily the wall was there to support her. Heh. She was hurtin' the next day, and we went out to breakfast at The Med and I had Eggs Benny, which fix everything. Mmm... Comment over on my LJ.
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