last night with kristen i joined a cult. yes, a cult. who knew that going to a dance performance would be so very similar to signing away my life in a group suicide pledge? how many psychos will now come looking at my page for mass suicide pacts do you think? but it’s ok because willie brown sanctioned 5H, (our cult sponsor, very money-grubby. we had to watch a video during the intermission about all their accomplishments so they could jab us again with their pleas for financial aid.)
the dancing was lots of classical indian and yogic traditions. in traditional dress (ie saris). i found myself drifting a lot which is what my normal reality has become as i live increasingly within my own head. i had this lovely daydream about learning to do indian dancing, dancing it at a club, seducing a cute boy, spending the whole weekend with him. it was fun. i was quite pleased with this potential future. particularly when he offered to be my sugar daddy.
not having much in the way of responsibilities has completely cut me off from normal human interaction. it’s a good thing that i can be my own best friend and my cranium seems like a safe enough space for retreat for now.
kristen and i did get all dressed up and there is a picture. but eloise/gallery remote is being too, too temperamental so you will have to bide some time of your own.
today my mom got stung by a bee and she is all with the serious allergic reaction and took lots of benadryl and passed out. i do not like this. i do not like having a mother who is so susceptible to dangerous things like throats closing up. it makes me nervous. i have to keep walking out to the family room to check that she is still breathing in her chair. so far, so good.
back into my head i go.
the mountain left to find muhammad, that’s why it walked off. did you and kris dress up in saris???
ugh. elosie is back up. I go off to chicago for 1 day! and everything breaks. Well not everything. but you get my point.
Is Carol still ok? I’m with you. I’d be checking her every five minutes to make sure she’s still breathing.
i think the mountain actually walked off because lord shiva or vishnu disguised as a patient turtle was holding it up. or….something. interpretive indian ballet based on hindu mythology is hell of confusing.
thanks gene.
still ok. a little loopy from the benadryl. =P i keep changing her ice pack. she tried to convince me that the OC was on but i said, “nice as that would be with the cute boys, the OC is on tuesdays and today is monday.” “monday,” she said in confusion, “it’s only monday?” i looked at her in slight disbelief for a moment and then convinced her that it was indeed monday and she should go back to sleeping.
pictures of kristen and i are now up:
http://eloise.cementhorizon.com/gallery/misc_2003/Image001_002
and
http://eloise.cementhorizon.com/gallery/misc_2003/Image005_001
poor carol
I was daydreaming about how I could learn to do the dance of the seven veils and make a living performing it for private parties of lesbians.
Oh oh, I would hire you for lesbian gatherings! Would you be willing to travel? These east coast lezies have big bucks – I’m sure they would make it worth your while. =)
PS – was this the bellydancing at the palace of fine arts???? ooh, jealous jealous me
kristen- giggle.
jolie- yup. PoFA, yup. it was inside though and we had to walk the entire circumference of the exploratorium to find the door. it was sneaky hidden.
You both look lovely.