Fulfilling weekend!
The weekend started with a wonderful walk home through Sudbrook Park. The weather was perfect and warm, and I took the long way home along the stream. I took off my shoes and socks, and dipped my toes in the cool water, stooping down on a stepping stone to let my fingers drift in the current. Tiny yellow flowers cropped up in the carpet-like greenery, and the scent of spring's growth was heavy in the air. I came upon a tree that had a thick ring of purple flowers along the base-- it looked like a little fairy town, tiny and magical. It was the perfect way to de-stress after a torturously long day at work.
Friday night, Sky and I stayed in and watched BSG. Well, I watched an episode. We started to watch "Hero," but five minutes in, I was fast asleep. There's something about leaning up against Skyler that just zonks me out-- within seconds, I'm always fast asleep. So I missed most of it, and will have to re-watch, because Sky assures me that Big Things Happen.
Saturday was my much-needed "leave me the hell alone" day. I accomplished laundry, but not cleaning. I finished
matrixleap's commissions. I took a bath with my last Fantasy Bath bomb (desert rose) and had breakfast while re-reading Tithe. I wrote a few letters and put the finishing touches on a care package. Thursday's gonna be a big mail-day. All in all, it was much-needed. Sometimes I just need time to do things at my own pace and nourish myself.
Sunday morning, Sky and I metfindingjuliet and interdisciple at Open City in Adams Morgan, a cafe opened by the same people who own Tryst. Believe me when I say that this is the place where all of DC's young, hip, pretty people come to brunch. It was crowded. And the weather was gorgeous! The menu was pretty good though-- I had a chai tea waffle with nutella and whipped cream (heaven in my mouth!), and Sky's chai shake was also awesome. Roddy enjoyed his Croque Madame, and we discovered that the strawberry sauce even tastes good on extra-salty fries. Yum. But I love me some Ty & Roddy, and want to brunch again with them soon.
We had some time to kill between brunch and Tribal Cafe, so we took their suggestion and went to the National Zoo. First of all, naked molerats are so cool to watch in a colony. Secondly, Golden Lion Tamarins are ridonkulously adorable. We licked rocketship popsicles like third-graders, saw inquisitive orangutans in extreme close-up, and gawked at sleeping pandas. I love the zoo.
Tribal Cafe (put on by Romka) was great! There were a bunch of people there that I'd never met before who were fun and interesting, and since we have shared friends, I'm sure I'll piece together names, faces, and LJ names sometime soon. I saw Abby for the first time since she got back from Australia, and she brought be both Australian dark chocolate and pretty pretty seashells that looked like iridescent wax-covered rosepetals. Beautiful. Also got to hang out withmarinatempest & hubs, and that's never a bad thing.
The dancing was great. One thing that I remarked upon to Skyler is that bellydance has made me a lot more comfortable in my "culturally-imperfect" body. No, I'm not 120 lbs. Yeah, my face is pretty round, and I have a big forehead, and I'm not wild about my thighs. And I'm not gonna say that I, like most women, don't have "fat days" or low self esteem days. I do. It comes with being part of a culture that says 5'10" and 115 lbs is The Ideal. But seeing women with round bellies and scars being proud eases that quite a lot for me. If a woman can stand up in front of a crowd of people and be happy and sexy in her own body, I can too. And so that's been the best side-effect of dancing for me, thus far.
Aside from that? Asharah. Omg, Asharah. Flissy's girl-crush now has company.
During the dancer breaks, they played some swing, and Sky & I, Flissy & Steve, and a few other peeps from the end of the bar got up for an impromptu performance. I learned one thing-- when you've had a margarita and a Long Island ice tea, looking good is really dependent on your instinctive knowledge of your partner's body and cues. I did pretty well, even though I was barefoot, which means the feet are a little tender today. The bellydancers' photographer got some of it on film, and she gave me her card so she can send me the images. Cool.
Also, there's a BPAL update, and on payday, you bet your pretty arse I'm getting some more Blue Moon. It's not like I've been hoarding three imps for the last three years or anything. :)
Rose Moon didn't interest me too much, though the teeshirt is really cool. I have more than enough rose scents, and this one has Bois de Jasmin, which technically translates to jasmine wood, but I have a feeling would make this a little too floral-perumey on me.
And Flissy and I are talking about doing a small performance at Kallisti Tribal's July hafla. I am simultaneously excited and super-intimidated, n00b dancer that I am. Time to get a proper choli and some melodias.
Also? These guys rock my socks.
Friday night, Sky and I stayed in and watched BSG. Well, I watched an episode. We started to watch "Hero," but five minutes in, I was fast asleep. There's something about leaning up against Skyler that just zonks me out-- within seconds, I'm always fast asleep. So I missed most of it, and will have to re-watch, because Sky assures me that Big Things Happen.
Saturday was my much-needed "leave me the hell alone" day. I accomplished laundry, but not cleaning. I finished
matrixleap's commissions. I took a bath with my last Fantasy Bath bomb (desert rose) and had breakfast while re-reading Tithe. I wrote a few letters and put the finishing touches on a care package. Thursday's gonna be a big mail-day. All in all, it was much-needed. Sometimes I just need time to do things at my own pace and nourish myself.Sunday morning, Sky and I met
findingjuliet and interdisciple at Open City in Adams Morgan, a cafe opened by the same people who own Tryst. Believe me when I say that this is the place where all of DC's young, hip, pretty people come to brunch. It was crowded. And the weather was gorgeous! The menu was pretty good though-- I had a chai tea waffle with nutella and whipped cream (heaven in my mouth!), and Sky's chai shake was also awesome. Roddy enjoyed his Croque Madame, and we discovered that the strawberry sauce even tastes good on extra-salty fries. Yum. But I love me some Ty & Roddy, and want to brunch again with them soon.We had some time to kill between brunch and Tribal Cafe, so we took their suggestion and went to the National Zoo. First of all, naked molerats are so cool to watch in a colony. Secondly, Golden Lion Tamarins are ridonkulously adorable. We licked rocketship popsicles like third-graders, saw inquisitive orangutans in extreme close-up, and gawked at sleeping pandas. I love the zoo.
Tribal Cafe (put on by Romka) was great! There were a bunch of people there that I'd never met before who were fun and interesting, and since we have shared friends, I'm sure I'll piece together names, faces, and LJ names sometime soon. I saw Abby for the first time since she got back from Australia, and she brought be both Australian dark chocolate and pretty pretty seashells that looked like iridescent wax-covered rosepetals. Beautiful. Also got to hang out with
marinatempest & hubs, and that's never a bad thing. The dancing was great. One thing that I remarked upon to Skyler is that bellydance has made me a lot more comfortable in my "culturally-imperfect" body. No, I'm not 120 lbs. Yeah, my face is pretty round, and I have a big forehead, and I'm not wild about my thighs. And I'm not gonna say that I, like most women, don't have "fat days" or low self esteem days. I do. It comes with being part of a culture that says 5'10" and 115 lbs is The Ideal. But seeing women with round bellies and scars being proud eases that quite a lot for me. If a woman can stand up in front of a crowd of people and be happy and sexy in her own body, I can too. And so that's been the best side-effect of dancing for me, thus far.
Aside from that? Asharah. Omg, Asharah. Flissy's girl-crush now has company.
During the dancer breaks, they played some swing, and Sky & I, Flissy & Steve, and a few other peeps from the end of the bar got up for an impromptu performance. I learned one thing-- when you've had a margarita and a Long Island ice tea, looking good is really dependent on your instinctive knowledge of your partner's body and cues. I did pretty well, even though I was barefoot, which means the feet are a little tender today. The bellydancers' photographer got some of it on film, and she gave me her card so she can send me the images. Cool.
Also, there's a BPAL update, and on payday, you bet your pretty arse I'm getting some more Blue Moon. It's not like I've been hoarding three imps for the last three years or anything. :)
Blue Moon:: The spirit of the full moon is capricious, intense and passionate, yet still distant, aloof and cold. Luna herself governs glamours, bewitchments and dream-work, innocent wonder, transient pleasure and delight, the Moment, impulse, mystery and veils. The Blue Moon is one of her rarest manifestations, and this scent is formulated to encapsulate her most complex and profound nature:
Mugwort and bay, for psychic sensitivity, juniper, for divination through dreams, rrchid and galbanum, for complexity, wisdom and noscere, with a potent lunar-charged blend of exquisite Asian woods, moonflower, Madagascan ylang ylang, Florentine iris, Greek cypress, davana, green tea absolute, palmarosa, cucumber, Clary sage, melilot trefoils, wood aloes, and pale creeping buttercup.
Rose Moon didn't interest me too much, though the teeshirt is really cool. I have more than enough rose scents, and this one has Bois de Jasmin, which technically translates to jasmine wood, but I have a feeling would make this a little too floral-perumey on me.
And Flissy and I are talking about doing a small performance at Kallisti Tribal's July hafla. I am simultaneously excited and super-intimidated, n00b dancer that I am. Time to get a proper choli and some melodias.
Also? These guys rock my socks.