Weekend II.
The second of Lisa's workshops was better than the first-- more challenging, more knowledge imparted. I've decided that I really like the saiidi rhythm and should do some work on it. This workshop was about dancing to a live drummer-- complex rhythms, communication, how to end and cue and all of that goodness. I liked that Lisa taught us combos to different rhythms, but also encouraged us to experiment with finding our own combos that highlighted the rhythms. I'm not completely sure that I'm ready for improv-ing with a live drummer just yet, but it will come with practice, once I solidify a repertoire of combos I can use in repeatable sets of 4.
After the workshop, Brooke and I dropped by Power Exchange by Nina, the new goth/funky/fetish store in Fell's Point, where the pretty pretty corsets live. Then we had lunch together and chatted about the bellydance scene while sampling some incredible chocolates-- rosewater and white chocolate, dark chocolate and pumpkin ganache, caramel and lavender, tangerine and chili pepper. So, so good. Also, I feel incredibly blessed to have the friendship of Brooke and the other Kallisti girls-- it helps so much for a noob like me to have a resource like that-- friendly, talented women who have been there and are so knowledgeable about where I'm aiming to be in a few years.
After that was hanging with Shaun and Jenny at Tribal Cafe-- which was again packed to the gills. I got to meet
cicadaqueen, and I got hangout time with Abby and James the LJ-less, plus I got to see Flissy and Steve (both the person AND the belt-buckle!), and a bunch of other peeps. Minor squee-- I got a tribe.net message from Maduro when I got home, saying that he saw me at Tribal Cafe and regretted not introducing himself because Asharah (his amazing wife) had said good things about me. And dude. Okay, I've talked to her and dropped in on her class, and she's so cool, but mostly I've admired from afar in total amazed awe, being the aforementioned n00b that I am. So, needless to say, I bounced a little like the total nerd I am.
Shaun and Jenny liked the dancing, I think-- Belladonna was totally sassy, Ariel always impresses me with her fluidity, and Olivia of Zafira just totally rocked the house with her drum solo. They expressed interest in coming back, especially when there will be swords. So, check, a ROMKA night. We went home with the volume cranked to the max in Jenny's car-- all of us singing gleefully at the top of our lungs out into the night. So purifying, to have sound ricochet through you like that. It makes you feel alive. And alive is what I need right now. I have felt so sad and discarded and let down. This week, I am grateful for the reminders that there is life in me, and I will get back to embracing it, feeling more joy than sadness just as soon as my heart heals.
I got home, showed them my bellydance stuff, since they were interested, made plans for next weekend, and then watched the fifth episode of Rome, which I am rapidly becoming addicted to, and rue that I won't get the next disc from Netflix until Thursday. Woe. Tonight is a parking lesson with Bart, so woo hoo to that. Good on the horizon.
After the workshop, Brooke and I dropped by Power Exchange by Nina, the new goth/funky/fetish store in Fell's Point, where the pretty pretty corsets live. Then we had lunch together and chatted about the bellydance scene while sampling some incredible chocolates-- rosewater and white chocolate, dark chocolate and pumpkin ganache, caramel and lavender, tangerine and chili pepper. So, so good. Also, I feel incredibly blessed to have the friendship of Brooke and the other Kallisti girls-- it helps so much for a noob like me to have a resource like that-- friendly, talented women who have been there and are so knowledgeable about where I'm aiming to be in a few years.
After that was hanging with Shaun and Jenny at Tribal Cafe-- which was again packed to the gills. I got to meet
cicadaqueen, and I got hangout time with Abby and James the LJ-less, plus I got to see Flissy and Steve (both the person AND the belt-buckle!), and a bunch of other peeps. Minor squee-- I got a tribe.net message from Maduro when I got home, saying that he saw me at Tribal Cafe and regretted not introducing himself because Asharah (his amazing wife) had said good things about me. And dude. Okay, I've talked to her and dropped in on her class, and she's so cool, but mostly I've admired from afar in total amazed awe, being the aforementioned n00b that I am. So, needless to say, I bounced a little like the total nerd I am. Shaun and Jenny liked the dancing, I think-- Belladonna was totally sassy, Ariel always impresses me with her fluidity, and Olivia of Zafira just totally rocked the house with her drum solo. They expressed interest in coming back, especially when there will be swords. So, check, a ROMKA night. We went home with the volume cranked to the max in Jenny's car-- all of us singing gleefully at the top of our lungs out into the night. So purifying, to have sound ricochet through you like that. It makes you feel alive. And alive is what I need right now. I have felt so sad and discarded and let down. This week, I am grateful for the reminders that there is life in me, and I will get back to embracing it, feeling more joy than sadness just as soon as my heart heals.
I got home, showed them my bellydance stuff, since they were interested, made plans for next weekend, and then watched the fifth episode of Rome, which I am rapidly becoming addicted to, and rue that I won't get the next disc from Netflix until Thursday. Woe. Tonight is a parking lesson with Bart, so woo hoo to that. Good on the horizon.