playing with fire
Susan Christina Bedford. Bartender. Lifeguard. Firetwirler.
Yeah, that's right, bitches!!!
Last night I went to drum circle for the first time in like a year, and brought w me my tres special poi that I picked up in Australia. Now, beforehand, I wasn't too bad at poi. I had learned in Byron Bay, which is the hippy capital of the south pascific maaaaaan, and they were giving free classes in the park. After whacking myself in the head and the shins (simultaniously, somehow) and getting it so tangled in my dreads that it took three people ten minutes to get it undone, I felt I'd picked it up. And so I bought a cheap pair and aimlessly twirled my way up the east coast of oz and into NZ (the home of poi), never quite having the guts to light it on fire but more using it as a conversation piece w other hippy backpackers in the hostel.
But then, at drum circle, the kerosene came out, there were lighters, and...
...and now I have no fucking eyebrows.
No, that's a lie, my eyebrows are fine, and so is the rest of me (apparently it's a lot harder to catch on fire than I thought... though don't rely too much on that statement, I don't want to be sued!). It was the scariest thing I'd done in a while, and my arms ended up pretty sore cos the damn things wouldn't go out, but it was fully exhilerating and I can't wait to try again. So, anybody willing to be on water bucket duty?
Yeah, that's right, bitches!!!
Last night I went to drum circle for the first time in like a year, and brought w me my tres special poi that I picked up in Australia. Now, beforehand, I wasn't too bad at poi. I had learned in Byron Bay, which is the hippy capital of the south pascific maaaaaan, and they were giving free classes in the park. After whacking myself in the head and the shins (simultaniously, somehow) and getting it so tangled in my dreads that it took three people ten minutes to get it undone, I felt I'd picked it up. And so I bought a cheap pair and aimlessly twirled my way up the east coast of oz and into NZ (the home of poi), never quite having the guts to light it on fire but more using it as a conversation piece w other hippy backpackers in the hostel.
But then, at drum circle, the kerosene came out, there were lighters, and...
...and now I have no fucking eyebrows.
No, that's a lie, my eyebrows are fine, and so is the rest of me (apparently it's a lot harder to catch on fire than I thought... though don't rely too much on that statement, I don't want to be sued!). It was the scariest thing I'd done in a while, and my arms ended up pretty sore cos the damn things wouldn't go out, but it was fully exhilerating and I can't wait to try again. So, anybody willing to be on water bucket duty?