The show at the coffeehouse went well despite a few false starts. I was glad I had some wine to take the edge off, because a bitchy Jill is a bad thing. The morning started with a call from the coffeeshop manager, letting me know that the stereo she had planned to bring was no longer an option. But that was okay because I then realized that our stereo is actually quite portable. Corey showed me which connections were for which speakers and I was set. A heaviness in the air made my knees and back start to hurt, but I pushed that thought out of my mind; there was too much to do.
Okay, pass the wine.
I had a few coins to tack onto my bra, and for whatever reason, I was not one with my sewing implements yesterday. I cussed, I spat, I ripped the thread a couple of times, and finally comprimised by leaving a few of the coins off to save my sanity. Offerings and laments to Athena will be made!
More wine, please.
Then my hair decided to be a bitch. No matter what I did, the buns would not get even, and then when I did get them even, the dreads started messing with me, flopping the wrong way and just being generally a pain. Finally I tamed my medusa dreads--maybe it's my own fault for wanting that medusa tattoo! Luckily my makeup was a breeze this time, normally the eyeliner doesn't want to be even.
While all of this is going on, Rose and Rhonda are on the phone, trying to get themselves together and out their respective doors. I exert my troupe leader mommy voice (and hopefully don't make them hate me) and convince them to ride in the same vehicle. Yay! One less thing to worry about!
Just a sip, and everything's cool.
By this point I'm pretty well frazzled. R&R come and get me, stuff my basket of crap into the van and we are off. We get to the coffeehouse and we are of course very early. I prefer this, but I can tell that R&R are less than pleased with my paranoid obsession with being early. I set up the stereo, it works great, we move tables and test the floor spinnage and then wait.
By the way, the local bellydance scene is filled with the most fabulous, supportive folks ever. We are blessed to have found each other. Dee Dee who manages the coffeehouse was astounded by how many friends we had, and she tried desperately to keep up with the orders. The place started filling up, I had Solace playing in the background...and then I didn't have Solace playing in the background! The stereo died. Was it the breaker? Nope. Luckily gypsy_raihana
's hubby is a techie geek and he managed to take the stereo apart, retrive our set CD and pinpoint the problem. It was a tiny fuse, which was good news for me, but now I had to find a way to play music.
Luckily, I had brought my wine with me.
Dee Dee had a boom box, so we were back in business. I had thought a boom box wouldn't work, but it was actually just fine! I vowed at that point that nothing else would bother me, and other than my knees giving me some trouble during the set, and one flying earring, it went fine. We had lots of fun dancing and socializing in little sattelites of gossip and shimmies, we drummed, we zilled, we drank coffee. Whew!
The plan is to do this "Lebanese Hafla" every month or so, which will be fabulous. I'm hoping to have a new choreography and our new costumes done by the next one, because as much as I love our basic outfits, we've worn them and danced to the same songs a few times now and I don't want people to get bored. Xenia and a couple of the other gals said they will perform at the next one too. How cool is that?