:)
Title line pretty aptly sums up my weekend. I've caught myself smiling a lot.
Friday night, I had dinner at Mark and Kendall's, and then met up with Sean and Jason down at The Dog pub in Federal Hill. From there, we went to Zeeba for hookah-smoking and bellydance-watching. As usual, the dancer was Egyptian-style cabaret. She very nearly had a wardrobe malfunction, but she was very personable and sweet. She did pull me up to dance, and to my immense satisfaction, within about two seconds, she turned to me and asked, "Tribal?" From there, we all headed to SkyLounge where we boogied down-- when I get a rhythm in my body, it has to get out. So I had a nice workout on the floor and had some good time with friends.
Saturday, I was feeling pretty unable to function at anything approaching a conscious level. I didn't manage to make it to dance class, which I feel kind of bad about. I napped and lazed about and relaxed a lot until Timmy came over for dinner at about six. Agnes and I started to indoctrinate him with 'Firefly,' and I worked on the jewelry update, finishing 'Fire From The Middle Kingdom,' a labradorite briolette solitaire necklace, a couple of pairs of earrings, and the beginnings of a copper bracelet spangled with little crystals and Victorian flowers. We watched Resident Evil and I think I have to pick up a copy of the soundtrack, as the back of my bellydancing mind was going 'ooooh, shiny.'
Sunday was a roadtrip up to Philly with Agnes. We did the open call thing, which was fine but nothing too terribly exciting. After a sushi lunch, we spent the bulk of the day at the art museum-- I love visiting the reconstructed cloister and Hindu temple. From there we went to visit Leslie, where we made awesome veggie burritos for dinner and spoke Geek. On the way home, we had a totally dorktastic 90's flashback and sang along to the entire Savage Garden album. It was like I was suddenly 15 again, chewing on my pencap and contemplating my latest episode of twitterpation. Which... okay, is not terribly different from the way I am right now, all things considered. I suppose I've always had the embarrassing tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a little better at hiding it now than I was then-- a lot of people tend to label me 'tough' or 'strong' or even 'intimidating' because I tend to be so straightforward. But in the end, I still feel the same, because that terrifying sense of vulnerability has never really left me when it comes to matters of the heart.
Overall: I'm totally worn out from the weekend, but many good things came of it, and overall, things seem to be in a great place. Tonight, Anna cancelled on me, so unless other plans crop up, which I'm open to, I'll be having a hot bath and working on the update. Relaxing.
Friday night, I had dinner at Mark and Kendall's, and then met up with Sean and Jason down at The Dog pub in Federal Hill. From there, we went to Zeeba for hookah-smoking and bellydance-watching. As usual, the dancer was Egyptian-style cabaret. She very nearly had a wardrobe malfunction, but she was very personable and sweet. She did pull me up to dance, and to my immense satisfaction, within about two seconds, she turned to me and asked, "Tribal?" From there, we all headed to SkyLounge where we boogied down-- when I get a rhythm in my body, it has to get out. So I had a nice workout on the floor and had some good time with friends.
Saturday, I was feeling pretty unable to function at anything approaching a conscious level. I didn't manage to make it to dance class, which I feel kind of bad about. I napped and lazed about and relaxed a lot until Timmy came over for dinner at about six. Agnes and I started to indoctrinate him with 'Firefly,' and I worked on the jewelry update, finishing 'Fire From The Middle Kingdom,' a labradorite briolette solitaire necklace, a couple of pairs of earrings, and the beginnings of a copper bracelet spangled with little crystals and Victorian flowers. We watched Resident Evil and I think I have to pick up a copy of the soundtrack, as the back of my bellydancing mind was going 'ooooh, shiny.'
Sunday was a roadtrip up to Philly with Agnes. We did the open call thing, which was fine but nothing too terribly exciting. After a sushi lunch, we spent the bulk of the day at the art museum-- I love visiting the reconstructed cloister and Hindu temple. From there we went to visit Leslie, where we made awesome veggie burritos for dinner and spoke Geek. On the way home, we had a totally dorktastic 90's flashback and sang along to the entire Savage Garden album. It was like I was suddenly 15 again, chewing on my pencap and contemplating my latest episode of twitterpation. Which... okay, is not terribly different from the way I am right now, all things considered. I suppose I've always had the embarrassing tendency to wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm a little better at hiding it now than I was then-- a lot of people tend to label me 'tough' or 'strong' or even 'intimidating' because I tend to be so straightforward. But in the end, I still feel the same, because that terrifying sense of vulnerability has never really left me when it comes to matters of the heart.
Overall: I'm totally worn out from the weekend, but many good things came of it, and overall, things seem to be in a great place. Tonight, Anna cancelled on me, so unless other plans crop up, which I'm open to, I'll be having a hot bath and working on the update. Relaxing.