dreams + plans
Night before last, I dreamed about Abney Park, tequila and a booze-hunt, ICFA, and romantic role-play in a Victorian dress. Alas, these things were not as connected as they could've been.
Last night, I had an anxiety dream about Tribal Fest: it was a lot like the Smithsonian Folklife Festival and I arrived with my sister but in wandering around with her, I missed the 3 pm workshop I was supposed to take on spins and turns. Then I didn't have any tapes or batteries for my tape-recorder (since I'm thinking of doing some interviews), and Margaret was being a bitch to me, and an ethnomusicologist colleague flipped out on me because he thought I was stealing his research (which I wasn't).
I know some of the TF anxiety is because I don't think I'm performing there after all, since there was no deadline on the website for when you should have your application in by, and I took my time getting mine in because I couldn't decide what to dance to, and then they've already posted the line-up. Oh well. I'm requesting to be put on the waiting list, but it's not gonna be the worst thing ever if I don't perform, it'll simply be one less thing to worry about.
Also, Bloomington peeps! April 29th will be the last full day I'm in town, so plans should be made before then if there's hanging out to be had (though I'm rather busy with many things).
And L.A. peeps! May 1st will be my first full day in L.A.! I'll be in town til the 13th, when I drive up to NorCal for Tribal Fest, and then I'll be back the 19th, and I fly out the 21st, to return to Bloomington for most of the summer (and various adventures, no doubt).
I'm looking for people to go hiking with, climbing with, clubbing with, dancing with, shopping with, restaurant-exploring with (ok, that last one I can do with my parents)... drinking with (ok, I can do that with my parents too, but not to excess), and so on.
Last night, I had an anxiety dream about Tribal Fest: it was a lot like the Smithsonian Folklife Festival and I arrived with my sister but in wandering around with her, I missed the 3 pm workshop I was supposed to take on spins and turns. Then I didn't have any tapes or batteries for my tape-recorder (since I'm thinking of doing some interviews), and Margaret was being a bitch to me, and an ethnomusicologist colleague flipped out on me because he thought I was stealing his research (which I wasn't).
I know some of the TF anxiety is because I don't think I'm performing there after all, since there was no deadline on the website for when you should have your application in by, and I took my time getting mine in because I couldn't decide what to dance to, and then they've already posted the line-up. Oh well. I'm requesting to be put on the waiting list, but it's not gonna be the worst thing ever if I don't perform, it'll simply be one less thing to worry about.
Also, Bloomington peeps! April 29th will be the last full day I'm in town, so plans should be made before then if there's hanging out to be had (though I'm rather busy with many things).
And L.A. peeps! May 1st will be my first full day in L.A.! I'll be in town til the 13th, when I drive up to NorCal for Tribal Fest, and then I'll be back the 19th, and I fly out the 21st, to return to Bloomington for most of the summer (and various adventures, no doubt).
I'm looking for people to go hiking with, climbing with, clubbing with, dancing with, shopping with, restaurant-exploring with (ok, that last one I can do with my parents)... drinking with (ok, I can do that with my parents too, but not to excess), and so on.