I am hungry.
I could kill with my teeth. I forgot my lunch. I will have to go out there, into the burning, in a half an hour.
There is glitter on my skin and in my hair. This is impressive when you learn that, while I packed my glitter bar last night, I forgot to apply any. This is all contact-transfer…and I have showered twice since the event.
This weekend was a blur of costuming, not just in an attempt to finish Eshe’s costume by the event, or to make a trumpet skirt and gauntlets for the event, but to also finish items I am working on for Ezma so I can send one finished item and one item for try-on, before I go to Istanbul on August 7th.
Eshe’s belt is too tiny. It’ll be a quick fix, maybe an hour’s work, and I’ll send it out this week. The measurement I had written for her were wrong. I should have known by the costumes I’ve bought from her that her hips aren’t that much smaller than mine. I think I’ve slimmed down more than I realized (the May/June restaurant gig spree probably did some of it) …and my co-workers have been joking that I’ve lost three kilos over Kabaddi week (an overstatement, but maybe one kilo, yeah).
Friday, after my last Kabaddi lesson, I went to work on costumes. I finished most everything by Saturday evening. I even had time in the afternoon to meet and go to an art show with my “pole sister” whom I know through all the Pretty Boy fallout…but that’s another story.
I was still pumped up with “gotta make stuff, can’t sit still” energy when Saturday night rolled around. I couldn’t sleep, but was physically exhausted at the same time. I woke up many times in the night and waaaay too early on Sunday morning…which Eshe and Anaan can attest to due to my erratic text messaging. Gomen.
Sometimes between packing, practicing, eating a light but healthy lunch, I decided I would be using my zills when I performed to live music. Sure, I wouldn’t have time to run through beforehand, I’ve never zilled with live music, and I haven’t drilled my zills since I flew to California…but it would be the song Zeina and I’ve reached a point where I feel more comfortable dancing with the zills on than off. I packed the Saroyan Neffertitis. I didn’t pack the Zildjians because I haven’t drilled lately (and my right forearm was already cramped from over sewing) and them Zildjans are loud. I didn’t want to push my luck, even though they are easier for me to do quadruplets with and modulate.
( The show was beautiful. )