shanmonster | Lika a Horse and Carriage

The wedding was beautiful, and the bride and groom (

joncanuck) suitably beaming and adorable. The reception was enjoyable (I got to sit at the "kids'" table--the immature table, anyhow), and we all kept ourselves amused by finding ways to make the newlyweds snog. There was no clinking of glasses thing. Instead, we were to say "PDA" to make 'em do their thing.

I started the old-fashioned way, by bellowing it out full-force (go theatre voice projection training!). But then we got creative. We sent up a variety of PDA requests. We acted it out, YMCA-style. We spelled it out with vegetables from our salad. We wrote messages on paper.

snowy_kathryn carried

wildelf's PDA up to them in her cleavage.

f00dave wrote a C program which compiled into PDA. We sent them the message via Morse code. Etcetera, etc., etc.

And then, when that was all over, we danced. Although the audience members enjoyed the show, I'm very unhappy with my performance. I was completely spastic and flailing. I've been working so long on my floorwork and poi, that when I'm doing something which incorporates neither, I no longer seem to no what to do. I sure have my homework ahead of me.

But my dancing entertained me in one way. I wore the ASS-tastic pants, and they're even more ASS-tastic than I'd hoped for. Unknown to me, they crept down as I danced until my lovely green thong soared high upon what was very nearly a full moon. I managed to stop it before the plumber's smile. And when I did haul my migrating trousers back up, I got a great laugh out of everyone, including myself. Ass. It's what showmanship is all about.

Kathryn and my best dancing of the night was when we improvised to an industrial cover of C is for Cookie. However, that's when I experienced my first (and hopefully only) cookie-related injury. While trying to grab the cookie out of Kathryn's mouth with my teeth, I jammed the very hard cookie straight into my gums. You know how it feels when you burn your mouth on hot pizza? That's how my gums and the inside of my front lip feel now. What a goofy way to get hurt!

Want pictures? Go here.

At some point during my candle dance, wax spilled all over my pants. That's what happens when I'm silly and light my candles too soon before taking the stage. Too much wax builds up and sloshes everywhere. Damn. I ironed it all out this morning, but I'm afraid the trousers may be stained. I scrubbed at the worst mark with stain remover, but until the pants have dried, I'm not holding my breath.

Speaking of holding my breath, I finally got to watch my performance from the Tribally Yours DVD today (yes! It finally came in!). And even though I was in the midst of a brutal smoke machine-induced asthma attack, I didn't do so badly. Looking at myself, I couldn't tell that oxygen was a rare commodity, so that's good.

If I can figure out how to do it, I'll post the performance so you can see it, too. I will not, however, post my performance from last night. I know I'm my own worst critic, but eww.