Day 251 of practice.
No class for me tonight! Everyone's off at Vegas for the Belly Dance Intensive. I almost made a last-minute trip out there too because it sounded like so much fun, but my fiscal responsibility prevailed. It WAS nice not to have to make the drive up to Tempe, but I miss my friends and I miss the dancing. Today ended up being all weird, so I didn't get to practice much.
Random improv was another Rajna song. I'd complain, except that I saw some of the other stuff Chris put on that playlist and I'm not sure I want to dance to most of it! I guess he wanted to give me a challenge.
Zills are still not-great. And my elastic is shot, guess it's time for an exciting trip to JoAnn's for replacement elastic. If I had to choose one thing that I hate the most about being a belly dancer, it would be replacing the elastic on my zills! It's so annoying to stitch through and I always poke my fingers. You'd think that with all the beadwork I do, I'd be a whiz with needles, but no, I stab myself when I'm beading, too.
Wow. This post is kind of negative. I guess I'm Miss Cranky Dance Pants because I'm not in Vegas!