Lucky #13....
First things first- I auditioned for this year's Erie Idol competition on Friday, with Finch & M from Disgraced coming along for encouragement (they'd both qualified in an earlier audition). The audition was held in a car & motor sports dealership, of all places. It's kinda surreal to find yourself singing to a bunch of snowmobiles. (Although I thought maybe I should get a snowmobile because it looked like it would handle the roads better than my cars does- at the very least that it wouldn't get stuck nearly as much). Still, I did well & I qualified so I am officially competing. Yay! My contestant number was 13. :-D Although luck didn't have a whole lot to do with it- there were 20 open slots & only 15 people who tried out. So, just about everyone made it except for the one who looked like a homeless guy who not only couldn't carry a tune if you handcuffed it to his arm in a briefcase but just sort of rambled out the lyrics-- and didn't even ramble out the right lyrics most of the time. Afterwards, M declared that we were now fierce competitors & then we all went back to Finch's for spaghetti. :-D
The auditions having been fairly early in the evening, there was still plenty of time to head down to Scully's to see The Assmen (local punk band that make lots of jokes about asses & potentially-related body parts), The Tradesmen (aka Erie's answer to the Dropkick Murphys), & a really fun rock-a-billy band Lords of the Highway, from Cleveland. I learned that Kilbane makes a lousy fake boyfriend when a very drunk guy decided that my dance space & his dance space should occupy the same square foot. Yuck. (Further fodder for my rant about how it's only the overly drunk & creepy guys who ever hit on me anywhere). This guy just started off on a low note & kept going south. I was dancing around as I tend to do & this guy walked across & stopped in front of me, looking like he was trying to read my shirt while I was moving. Then it hits me- I wasn't wearing a t-shirt or anything with writing on it-- he was just staring at my tits as they bounced around. Yeesh. He came up behind me & kept pushing up against me to the point that I almost ended up on the stage with the band. Most of the time I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying because he only ever spoke when the band was actually playing (rather than between songs when I could have heard him) but the few things I did make out made me rather glad I didn't understand the rest. (Side note to the guys- "I want to fuck you all night" is *NOT* an effective pick-up line.)
Saturday was... interesting. I'd been debating on whether I should go the the Guedra Workship that was being led by rowanrose (whom my Mom has dubbed "Pottery Rowan") & "The Other Bellydancing J". Guedra is a type of women-only Middle Eastern/ North AFrican trance dancing that sounded fascinating. I wanted to go but I knew that some of my former dance-mates would be there as well as my former teacher & I didn't want to be a source of undue drama. Since I haven't heard a word from any of them- not even a response to the e-mail I sent to V telling her I was dropping the class- so I wasn't sure what my reception would be like But, I did really want to go & there were a lot of other people going that I did want to see (like missanthropy & the rest of the Buffalo crew). And when have I ever let someone else's opinion of me ever stop me from doing something I wanted to do? So I went & figured if it got bad, I'd just leave & head over to karaoke a bit early. Unfortunately, it was bad right after I walked in the door. V was the one taking the money & all she did was glare at me without saying a word. I was taken aback, to be honest. I asked her if it was indeed $10 & she just continued to glare at me without talking. I handed her my money & she went right on glaring at me, only looking away to write my name done on the paper & put my money away. I found myself thinking, "You're the one who kicked me out of the show- why the hell are you so hostile?" & thinking that I probably wouldn't be there very long. Everyone else was friendly & happy to see me, though. And the lecture that J did was really interesting, particularly her discussion about the guedra's similarities & differences with zaar, which is another form of women-only ME/NA trance dancing. Still, the less-than-warm reception from V had left a bad taste & so I opted to head out before they started the dance portion of the evening. (Sorry, Ro. I didn't want to say anything right there because I didn't want to cause any trouble. I figured it would just make things easier on everybody else if I just left quietly).
And then I headed on over to karaoke & sang lots of angry songs & felt better.
And today, my body decided I needed to get caught up on sleep, and that I should have weird dreams to accompany the sleep. One of the dreams involved Siouxie Sioux being part of a serial-killing duo in Belgium that I got tangled up with (I seemed to be a confidant & possible partner-of-some-sort to the detective that was investigating the killings as well as someone who was connected with Siouxie & her husband/partner-in-crime). Almost got killed myself but foiled them at the last minute & escaped. Another one involved going to a Society of North American Goldsmiths conference & spending money like a drunken sailor on really odd things- as in, things that weren't tools. One was a drinking glass made of horn that said "Justin" on it, which later looked to be made of an ugly brown clay.
In other news, I'd hoped to put in for a graphic design job locally but they stopped accepting applications by the time I got my resume updated. Bummer. On the plus side, not only did I update my resumed, I created a better Deign-oriented one and reformatteded it so that it's going to be much easier to update in the future. So that's something.
And now... more sleep.
The auditions having been fairly early in the evening, there was still plenty of time to head down to Scully's to see The Assmen (local punk band that make lots of jokes about asses & potentially-related body parts), The Tradesmen (aka Erie's answer to the Dropkick Murphys), & a really fun rock-a-billy band Lords of the Highway, from Cleveland. I learned that Kilbane makes a lousy fake boyfriend when a very drunk guy decided that my dance space & his dance space should occupy the same square foot. Yuck. (Further fodder for my rant about how it's only the overly drunk & creepy guys who ever hit on me anywhere). This guy just started off on a low note & kept going south. I was dancing around as I tend to do & this guy walked across & stopped in front of me, looking like he was trying to read my shirt while I was moving. Then it hits me- I wasn't wearing a t-shirt or anything with writing on it-- he was just staring at my tits as they bounced around. Yeesh. He came up behind me & kept pushing up against me to the point that I almost ended up on the stage with the band. Most of the time I couldn't understand what the hell he was saying because he only ever spoke when the band was actually playing (rather than between songs when I could have heard him) but the few things I did make out made me rather glad I didn't understand the rest. (Side note to the guys- "I want to fuck you all night" is *NOT* an effective pick-up line.)
Saturday was... interesting. I'd been debating on whether I should go the the Guedra Workship that was being led by rowanrose (whom my Mom has dubbed "Pottery Rowan") & "The Other Bellydancing J". Guedra is a type of women-only Middle Eastern/ North AFrican trance dancing that sounded fascinating. I wanted to go but I knew that some of my former dance-mates would be there as well as my former teacher & I didn't want to be a source of undue drama. Since I haven't heard a word from any of them- not even a response to the e-mail I sent to V telling her I was dropping the class- so I wasn't sure what my reception would be like But, I did really want to go & there were a lot of other people going that I did want to see (like missanthropy & the rest of the Buffalo crew). And when have I ever let someone else's opinion of me ever stop me from doing something I wanted to do? So I went & figured if it got bad, I'd just leave & head over to karaoke a bit early. Unfortunately, it was bad right after I walked in the door. V was the one taking the money & all she did was glare at me without saying a word. I was taken aback, to be honest. I asked her if it was indeed $10 & she just continued to glare at me without talking. I handed her my money & she went right on glaring at me, only looking away to write my name done on the paper & put my money away. I found myself thinking, "You're the one who kicked me out of the show- why the hell are you so hostile?" & thinking that I probably wouldn't be there very long. Everyone else was friendly & happy to see me, though. And the lecture that J did was really interesting, particularly her discussion about the guedra's similarities & differences with zaar, which is another form of women-only ME/NA trance dancing. Still, the less-than-warm reception from V had left a bad taste & so I opted to head out before they started the dance portion of the evening. (Sorry, Ro. I didn't want to say anything right there because I didn't want to cause any trouble. I figured it would just make things easier on everybody else if I just left quietly).
And then I headed on over to karaoke & sang lots of angry songs & felt better.
And today, my body decided I needed to get caught up on sleep, and that I should have weird dreams to accompany the sleep. One of the dreams involved Siouxie Sioux being part of a serial-killing duo in Belgium that I got tangled up with (I seemed to be a confidant & possible partner-of-some-sort to the detective that was investigating the killings as well as someone who was connected with Siouxie & her husband/partner-in-crime). Almost got killed myself but foiled them at the last minute & escaped. Another one involved going to a Society of North American Goldsmiths conference & spending money like a drunken sailor on really odd things- as in, things that weren't tools. One was a drinking glass made of horn that said "Justin" on it, which later looked to be made of an ugly brown clay.
In other news, I'd hoped to put in for a graphic design job locally but they stopped accepting applications by the time I got my resume updated. Bummer. On the plus side, not only did I update my resumed, I created a better Deign-oriented one and reformatteded it so that it's going to be much easier to update in the future. So that's something.
And now... more sleep.