way up there on the coolness scale
Friday night = delicious German food and enormous steins of equally good beer with Dani and Rachel. We came up thrree new somgs for our imaginary band -- "Stein o' Wine," "Central Park Pimpin'" and something else that I swear was hilarious at the time, but have since forgotten. We were going to go Latin dancing afterwards, but we recalled that "Stick It" was opening that night and went movie-viewing instead. Hilarious, silly movie. We are going to start asking people why they always want to bite our moments and introducing other people as our hetero-life-partners. The music for the "gym-off" scene was "Dance Commander," and I swear I have only been comparably excited over DAvid Bowie cameoing in "Zoolander."
Saturday -- last Latin class of the semester. I must remember to study over the summer. Yeah... Afterwards, I met Courtney for the Gothy Beltane Ren Faire at the Avalon Club. We waited outside for Rachel for a long time, and I kept expecting to combust because my event garb was so vampiric and weirdly out of place in the the sunlight. There were people all dressed up with fairy wings and such who were very clearly minding the doors and handing out flowers, but people kept stopping and _us_ what event we were promoting, presumably because my corset created such exciting cleavage. Also the organizer of the event came up to us undercover and asked if we knew what was going on. He was very gratified that we did; apparently he feared that ignorant or misinformed but still heavily costumed people would wander into this event accidentally. At one point an insane bus driver parked his (full of passengers) bus and started screaming at me to bring him a flower from one of the fairy girls. He claimed he would not move the bus unntil he got one, but after several minutes he did give up. It was way spiffy when Rachel arrived and we could go inside.
The club itself was incredible; we vowed to return there for an actual night out ASAP. There were vendors and performers; I got the juggler to juggle my chainmail scarf, was forcibly romanced by a pirate, and ran into people from the Central Park dancing. Good stuff. Ambiguously British boy was there, and it turns out that my sheltered Midwestern upbringing has rendered my hopeless with accents -- he is, in fact, from Staten Island. Ryan told us that around the corner an art school was scouting for nude models. We went and tried to audition but we'd just missed the last call. Returned to faire. Met Zohrick and his girlfriend Jess. My suspicion that meeting Zohrick is equivalent to finding the party was fully confirmed. He invited us to a semi-secret fetish party happening later that night; we collected Dani, got dinner, and headed out for fetish. I got to wrestle! Yay! Mad fun. Jess is this insanely deadly warrior woman, who kicked my ass but also gave me instructions as we went on how to break certain holds and be a bit more awesome. I am told I put up a fairly good show during the process of the ass-kicking. Also got to be suspended from the ceiling and flogged by Rachel, Ryan, and pro-flogger guy. After a minute or tow they lowered my until my toes could reach the floor, and throughout Ryan's rather ineffectual flogging I did a tied-to-the-ceiling can-can dance. Less delightfully, at one point I also got locked in a dog cage, ball-gagged, and swathed about the head with blessedly-not-adhesive-to-hair bondage tape. Zohrick seemed to think I talked too much. Apparently, I am now on the fetish club mailing list and shall be notified of future events.
Sunday was a very, very lazy day until about five when I finally roused myself to go running. Excellent run, the park was beautiful, and I discovered that the giant drum cirle I saw a few weeks ago there is recurring thing. Then a wee bit more laziness, then dolling up for the Shadows of the Harem Beltane thingy. Lisa called -- yay, Lisa! -- and we talked while I primped. I swear someone told me this event was goth masquerade themed -- turned out it wasn't so much, but the top hat and insane make-up still went over fine. Kasey pronounced them 'cute' as I was leaving. Danced so very, very much. Yay, Arabian pop music. Was informed by people with moves that I have moves as well. Hell, yeah. Wathced fantastically good bellydancing performances with not only veils and swords but live snakes and twirly canes. Helped Zohrick and Jess start a conga line during the drumming portion. Did not get a chance in the center of the circle of combative dance, but was very instrumental in starting the shouting and yipping. Then there was the midnight Beltane ritual. Midnight Beltane. Weird, that was. But fun. With snake dancing. Finally the awesomest bellydancer of all performed, and everyone attempted to leave. I was stopped, however, by a madman who begged me for a pen and then insisted on paying me for it. I told him at first that the best payment would be for him to use the pen well, but he was way too drunk to grasp that. So I asked for a dollar. He insisted that if I would give him 30 seconds, he could explain, with a story about the Copenhagan shipbuilding industry and its currency of dalers, why a dollar was not enough. I cut him off after the 30 seconds, received a five, and people adjourned to various diners for post-parties. Only thing that could have improved the night would have been Ryan's being less grabby. Not, after all, seeing the dating potential there. Makes grabbiness damned annoying. Was told by Zohrick, "Oh, if you're hanging out with Ryan, you'll hear about all these sorts of events. We go all the time and always tell him about them." Which suggests that dating is the price of admission to the best parties or something. Am going to have to get myself on the short list of informed partygoers under my own power post haste.
Was invited to Pennsic so, so many times.
Am not even tired now. Which is lucky -- tonight, pub night; tomorrow, fighters' practice; Wednesday dancing. Rock.
Saturday -- last Latin class of the semester. I must remember to study over the summer. Yeah... Afterwards, I met Courtney for the Gothy Beltane Ren Faire at the Avalon Club. We waited outside for Rachel for a long time, and I kept expecting to combust because my event garb was so vampiric and weirdly out of place in the the sunlight. There were people all dressed up with fairy wings and such who were very clearly minding the doors and handing out flowers, but people kept stopping and _us_ what event we were promoting, presumably because my corset created such exciting cleavage. Also the organizer of the event came up to us undercover and asked if we knew what was going on. He was very gratified that we did; apparently he feared that ignorant or misinformed but still heavily costumed people would wander into this event accidentally. At one point an insane bus driver parked his (full of passengers) bus and started screaming at me to bring him a flower from one of the fairy girls. He claimed he would not move the bus unntil he got one, but after several minutes he did give up. It was way spiffy when Rachel arrived and we could go inside.
The club itself was incredible; we vowed to return there for an actual night out ASAP. There were vendors and performers; I got the juggler to juggle my chainmail scarf, was forcibly romanced by a pirate, and ran into people from the Central Park dancing. Good stuff. Ambiguously British boy was there, and it turns out that my sheltered Midwestern upbringing has rendered my hopeless with accents -- he is, in fact, from Staten Island. Ryan told us that around the corner an art school was scouting for nude models. We went and tried to audition but we'd just missed the last call. Returned to faire. Met Zohrick and his girlfriend Jess. My suspicion that meeting Zohrick is equivalent to finding the party was fully confirmed. He invited us to a semi-secret fetish party happening later that night; we collected Dani, got dinner, and headed out for fetish. I got to wrestle! Yay! Mad fun. Jess is this insanely deadly warrior woman, who kicked my ass but also gave me instructions as we went on how to break certain holds and be a bit more awesome. I am told I put up a fairly good show during the process of the ass-kicking. Also got to be suspended from the ceiling and flogged by Rachel, Ryan, and pro-flogger guy. After a minute or tow they lowered my until my toes could reach the floor, and throughout Ryan's rather ineffectual flogging I did a tied-to-the-ceiling can-can dance. Less delightfully, at one point I also got locked in a dog cage, ball-gagged, and swathed about the head with blessedly-not-adhesive-to-hair bondage tape. Zohrick seemed to think I talked too much. Apparently, I am now on the fetish club mailing list and shall be notified of future events.
Sunday was a very, very lazy day until about five when I finally roused myself to go running. Excellent run, the park was beautiful, and I discovered that the giant drum cirle I saw a few weeks ago there is recurring thing. Then a wee bit more laziness, then dolling up for the Shadows of the Harem Beltane thingy. Lisa called -- yay, Lisa! -- and we talked while I primped. I swear someone told me this event was goth masquerade themed -- turned out it wasn't so much, but the top hat and insane make-up still went over fine. Kasey pronounced them 'cute' as I was leaving. Danced so very, very much. Yay, Arabian pop music. Was informed by people with moves that I have moves as well. Hell, yeah. Wathced fantastically good bellydancing performances with not only veils and swords but live snakes and twirly canes. Helped Zohrick and Jess start a conga line during the drumming portion. Did not get a chance in the center of the circle of combative dance, but was very instrumental in starting the shouting and yipping. Then there was the midnight Beltane ritual. Midnight Beltane. Weird, that was. But fun. With snake dancing. Finally the awesomest bellydancer of all performed, and everyone attempted to leave. I was stopped, however, by a madman who begged me for a pen and then insisted on paying me for it. I told him at first that the best payment would be for him to use the pen well, but he was way too drunk to grasp that. So I asked for a dollar. He insisted that if I would give him 30 seconds, he could explain, with a story about the Copenhagan shipbuilding industry and its currency of dalers, why a dollar was not enough. I cut him off after the 30 seconds, received a five, and people adjourned to various diners for post-parties. Only thing that could have improved the night would have been Ryan's being less grabby. Not, after all, seeing the dating potential there. Makes grabbiness damned annoying. Was told by Zohrick, "Oh, if you're hanging out with Ryan, you'll hear about all these sorts of events. We go all the time and always tell him about them." Which suggests that dating is the price of admission to the best parties or something. Am going to have to get myself on the short list of informed partygoers under my own power post haste.
Was invited to Pennsic so, so many times.
Am not even tired now. Which is lucky -- tonight, pub night; tomorrow, fighters' practice; Wednesday dancing. Rock.