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So I had another dance performance last night. This one was for a fortieth birthday party at a pub nine dollars away (cab-wise, of course). I really had no idea ahead of time what I'd wear or what music I'd use, so that afternoon I considered my options. Since I got my hair cut off and had my hands covered with a bold and dark henna design, I no longer fit the stereotypical belly dancer look. So I decided to go with something a bit more edgy. I wore my penny bra, a fishnet top, gold pants, a red panel skirt, a black and gold beaded and crocheted hip scarf, my black and gold hip scarf, a silver and bronze hip chain, a brown cowrie shell necklace, and my boar's tusk necklace. The end result was something rather raqs gothique. I quite liked the look. But then I decided on Mezdeke's "Shik Shak Shok" which is way too cutesy to be terribly dark and gothy.
The boyfriend of the birthday girl had hired me for a performance and a short lesson. The performance itself went over very well. There were about twenty people at the table, and the birthday girl got up to dance with me for a portion of the song. The lesson portion didn't go quite so well. Everyone was very conservative, and not at all interested in getting up there and trying it out for themselves, and I'm not the sort of person to physically drag someone out of their chair. I did a bit of cajoling, but it wasn't enough. Only the boyfriend gave it a go, and the audience got a great laugh out of his attempts at undulations, hip circles, and shimmies.
Ultimately, I decided to do a second performance rather than pathetically try for more participation. I think the boyfriend was happy with that.
All in all, it wasn't my favourite performance (I really don't like doing birthday parties, unless they're for people I know, anyhow), but the money was good.
Afterwards was when I had my real fun. I dragged![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
f00dave over to psoridian's place for a great DDR adventure. I'm getting much better at the game, and got an excellent aerobic workout from it. I really need to get a copy of the game for myself.
The boyfriend of the birthday girl had hired me for a performance and a short lesson. The performance itself went over very well. There were about twenty people at the table, and the birthday girl got up to dance with me for a portion of the song. The lesson portion didn't go quite so well. Everyone was very conservative, and not at all interested in getting up there and trying it out for themselves, and I'm not the sort of person to physically drag someone out of their chair. I did a bit of cajoling, but it wasn't enough. Only the boyfriend gave it a go, and the audience got a great laugh out of his attempts at undulations, hip circles, and shimmies.
Ultimately, I decided to do a second performance rather than pathetically try for more participation. I think the boyfriend was happy with that.
All in all, it wasn't my favourite performance (I really don't like doing birthday parties, unless they're for people I know, anyhow), but the money was good.
Afterwards was when I had my real fun. I dragged
f00dave over to psoridian's place for a great DDR adventure. I'm getting much better at the game, and got an excellent aerobic workout from it. I really need to get a copy of the game for myself.
