So in a few weeks I’ll be in a bellydance show. It’ll be the first time I’ll have performed in over a year…I’m already a little nervous. I was going to do the student performance at the hafla in June, but it’s been cancelled. Instead, on Father’s Day weekend I’ll perform with some of my class (NOT a solo:woohoo!) at a benefit for no-kill animal shelters in the Twin Cities area.
Yup. Terror is setting in, but excitement is close on the heels and I need to get some SERIOUS practice in before we start rehearsals, since class doesn’t even start again for two weeks. Dave thinks it’s hilarious that I shimmy subconsciously when I’m supposed to be standing still. I seriously don’t know I’m doing it until he points it out. I probably look like I have to pee, but all practice is good practice!
Oh, and I’m EVER so glad to be home. Missed my hubby, missed my dog, missed my own bed. About in that order, too. One more week until the MIL moves out, which will be weird. She’s been here so long I may actually miss her, since when Dave’s in a gaming craze she’s usually around and able to have a conversation without getting distracted by killing giant spiders or whatever else is on WOW.