The best-dressed backup singer
Yesterday I had 2 events to attend. One was a work thing (an organic gardening expo) and the other was a party (the Spring Pa'ina/ball) held by my women's surf club.
So, the work event went ok. I was put in charge of managing presentations and despite the fact that I specifically asked people to prepare their presentations to be Powerpoint '05 compatible, not to bring their own computer (especially a Mac), and not to bring movies unless they tell me first, the presenters did all that and more. One of them was a) late for both his first talk and a reprise and b) ran over time despite my increasingly insistent efforts to get him to leave. He was also kind of rude. I don't know. He creeps both me and my boss out, and I'm kind of convinced there's something really not right about him.
The good part of this expo was that I met a new friend. She's a fantastic gardener and knows a lot about agriculture, and is going to help us with our raised planting beds. To add to that, she lives right around the corner.
After that was all over (I got out of there asap) I went home and changed into a bridesmaid dress that my friend Kristen had given to me when she was cleaning out her closet. (I have 2 of my own, but they don't fit anymore.) I grabbed my "Chicken Provencal Salad" that I had made out of the fridge and headed out to Chatham for the party. I got there early and helped decorate a bit, and then took part in a hip-hop dance class that they were holding for fun, which was pretty cool. I think having had a little bit of various kinds of dance (ballet, tap, even belly dancing) helped, because I knew how to do a pas de bouree and step ball change when the instructor told us what to do.
We all hung around and ate delicious food and chatted until the band came on. When they showed up I was a little bit blown away because the night before I had dreamt about a guy wearing thick rectangular frame glasses and had woken up trying to figure out who it was (Ira Glass? John Flansburgh? Rivers Cuomo?) It turns out it was the bassist from the band. I'm apparently prescient. They started playing, and were fantastic. They had a tambourine that was being passed around a little bit, and when I got it I just kept dancing and playing it, and I could see they were all looking at me and nodding and smiling. Then they asked me my name, and said the sort of thing like "Let's hear it for Sara rockin' on the tambourine." Then they called me up to play the egg (an egg-shaped shaker filled with sand). That progressed into me singing harmonies and playing the egg (and at one time, singing, playing the egg, and playing the tambourine.)
After they were done, they told me how impressed they were by my rhythm and voice, and they've invited me to a) record with them for their new album b) join them for the next couple of gigs they do in Boston. I am so excited. They're so fun and talented. After the party ended, the band and some other friends and I went to a bar and hung out, where we danced in a conga line, saw a bar fight, and generally had a fantastic time. I wish I could have stayed there forever (the group asked if I wanted to stay in Chatham instead of driving home, which is ~45-60 mins) but I had to get home to Bacchus. :P
The other big event of the night is that I also won a big "best dressed" trophy with little doll surfers on it. :P
So, the work event went ok. I was put in charge of managing presentations and despite the fact that I specifically asked people to prepare their presentations to be Powerpoint '05 compatible, not to bring their own computer (especially a Mac), and not to bring movies unless they tell me first, the presenters did all that and more. One of them was a) late for both his first talk and a reprise and b) ran over time despite my increasingly insistent efforts to get him to leave. He was also kind of rude. I don't know. He creeps both me and my boss out, and I'm kind of convinced there's something really not right about him.
The good part of this expo was that I met a new friend. She's a fantastic gardener and knows a lot about agriculture, and is going to help us with our raised planting beds. To add to that, she lives right around the corner.
After that was all over (I got out of there asap) I went home and changed into a bridesmaid dress that my friend Kristen had given to me when she was cleaning out her closet. (I have 2 of my own, but they don't fit anymore.) I grabbed my "Chicken Provencal Salad" that I had made out of the fridge and headed out to Chatham for the party. I got there early and helped decorate a bit, and then took part in a hip-hop dance class that they were holding for fun, which was pretty cool. I think having had a little bit of various kinds of dance (ballet, tap, even belly dancing) helped, because I knew how to do a pas de bouree and step ball change when the instructor told us what to do.
We all hung around and ate delicious food and chatted until the band came on. When they showed up I was a little bit blown away because the night before I had dreamt about a guy wearing thick rectangular frame glasses and had woken up trying to figure out who it was (Ira Glass? John Flansburgh? Rivers Cuomo?) It turns out it was the bassist from the band. I'm apparently prescient. They started playing, and were fantastic. They had a tambourine that was being passed around a little bit, and when I got it I just kept dancing and playing it, and I could see they were all looking at me and nodding and smiling. Then they asked me my name, and said the sort of thing like "Let's hear it for Sara rockin' on the tambourine." Then they called me up to play the egg (an egg-shaped shaker filled with sand). That progressed into me singing harmonies and playing the egg (and at one time, singing, playing the egg, and playing the tambourine.)
After they were done, they told me how impressed they were by my rhythm and voice, and they've invited me to a) record with them for their new album b) join them for the next couple of gigs they do in Boston. I am so excited. They're so fun and talented. After the party ended, the band and some other friends and I went to a bar and hung out, where we danced in a conga line, saw a bar fight, and generally had a fantastic time. I wish I could have stayed there forever (the group asked if I wanted to stay in Chatham instead of driving home, which is ~45-60 mins) but I had to get home to Bacchus. :P
The other big event of the night is that I also won a big "best dressed" trophy with little doll surfers on it. :P