Sunday
Apr202008
Salsa sweat
Sunday, April 20, 2008 at 08:17PM
Just came home from a great salsa night at Club Cocomo, around the corner from Antoun's, where I'm staying. Everyone was dancing on 2, everyone was phenomenal; the floor was great, never too crowded, the atmosphere fun, the music awesome. I was totally outclassed, but didn't feel ignored.
It's late, Claytie's sleeping, I have the smell of my dance partners' colognes on my borrowed shirt. Antoun's living room looks out over the city and the bay, and distant traffic lights are blinking at me here on the couch. I managed to pick up a case of poison oak on my face thanks to a lovely walk in the hills in Berkeley (so glad we finally found that carousel, Kirby... :-p ) Trying desperately not to scratch.
We have one weekend of performances left here in SF and then we run home, load in, tech, and do it all over again in Seattle. I LOVE this cast; their energy and enthusiasm is matched only by the sheer force of their talent. Seattleites, if you ever miss a show of mine, it shouldn't be this one.
Post-salsa endorphins are telling me not to worry about the fact that I really am going to have to find a job when I return. Aside from that, the world is in place. Hopefully soon I'll have some new pictures to put up; I wrote half a poem while lounging at the marina today that someday will poke its nose into these pages; stay tuned! Alissa is slowly replugging in to wired life! Don't lose patience, faithful readers!
And etc. and etc. and on and on. Tomorrow I will do some businessy things and then go hang out with these people to watch a rehearsal for Beowulf: A thousand years of baggage. I'm excited about that because Dave makes good music and BB&B seems to make crazy work (even though I've never seen! Tragedy!) and now I get to peek at a little bit of how they do it! Yay.
Ramble ramble. Are you reading this? I like you. Perhaps now I will dream of you as I fall in to bed...right...now.
It's late, Claytie's sleeping, I have the smell of my dance partners' colognes on my borrowed shirt. Antoun's living room looks out over the city and the bay, and distant traffic lights are blinking at me here on the couch. I managed to pick up a case of poison oak on my face thanks to a lovely walk in the hills in Berkeley (so glad we finally found that carousel, Kirby... :-p ) Trying desperately not to scratch.
We have one weekend of performances left here in SF and then we run home, load in, tech, and do it all over again in Seattle. I LOVE this cast; their energy and enthusiasm is matched only by the sheer force of their talent. Seattleites, if you ever miss a show of mine, it shouldn't be this one.
Post-salsa endorphins are telling me not to worry about the fact that I really am going to have to find a job when I return. Aside from that, the world is in place. Hopefully soon I'll have some new pictures to put up; I wrote half a poem while lounging at the marina today that someday will poke its nose into these pages; stay tuned! Alissa is slowly replugging in to wired life! Don't lose patience, faithful readers!
And etc. and etc. and on and on. Tomorrow I will do some businessy things and then go hang out with these people to watch a rehearsal for Beowulf: A thousand years of baggage. I'm excited about that because Dave makes good music and BB&B seems to make crazy work (even though I've never seen! Tragedy!) and now I get to peek at a little bit of how they do it! Yay.
Ramble ramble. Are you reading this? I like you. Perhaps now I will dream of you as I fall in to bed...right...now.
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