This weekend was an absolute blast. Played some MTG with N and his friends friday night. Since he met my Mom, he has been acting different. In a good way :).
Saturday morning, Mom and I drove to New Hampshire and checked into the Fireside Inn. Then drove over the border to Vermont for the RAQ on Belly Dance and Make up Workshop.
It was 2 hours of ab twitching smexiness. We did an hour of classical then an hour of fusion, had lunch at Tuckerbox. We went back to RAQ On for a tutorial on how to apply dramatic stage make-up. I wasn’t all that thrilled with it. I’ve never really been big into make up. Mostly because I never saw it as vitally important…and no one ever bothered to teach me how to do it. Then back to the hotel for the indoor heated pool and hot tub. That was nice.
It was hard for the most part. Right from the go I felt pretty out of place there. It was an advanced session and all I know are the basics. It was hard to keep up.
I didn’t really want to talk to anyone there. I generally have a hard time talking to women. Mostly because I’m still stuck in the mindset of all females being caddy, shallow and back stabby. I find it easier to talk to men. Its simple. Exchange information, bounce ideas, politics, boobs and football. The latter being out of my comfort zone. I find all women want to talk about is make-up, men, what celebrities are up to (I’ve got a whole other rant about that), all the things they hate about their bodies (I have a rant about that too), what everyone they know is up to…you know, things that aren’t really important.
There was a woman there Mom thought I would get along with because “we both like skulls”. Yeah, ummm, is that really enough to build a platonic relationship on when there is nothing else in common???
I did learn quite a bit about myself this weekend. Like the reason I have a hard time making snap decisions or even vocalizing what I want. We went to Tuckerbox and mom was listing off their lunch menu. I immediately decided on a BLT. Then she kept going on about what else they had “oh, they have the breakfast plate and the Turkish grilled cheese…” I kept changing my mind and she kept listing stuff off. I came to the realization that it isn’t that I can’t make decisions or that I don’t…I automatically expect to be made to feel (while I’m sure its unintentional) as though my choice is the wrong one. So when I want something, I keep it to myself.
It was a stressful but introspective weekend.
It’s been 24 hours since the workshop and my abs are still twitching. I love it. I start Fusion/American Tribal belly dancing on Wednesday. I’m counting down the hours. :)
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