Yippity Skippity
Jul. 15th, 2003 01:59 amBack from Fair. Gods I love not having rent to pay, although I really should save up for a car.
Loot purchased:
*IWW cd. (The IWW are the International Workers of the World, aka the Wobblies.) Lots of fun songs, especially You Ain't Done Nothing if You Ain't Been Called a Red. I think that was the first thing I bought. Oddly enough, the song Solidarity Forever *isn't* on it.
*Harp music cd from some random guy playing on the side of the trail. All I have to say in my defense is: it's a harp. :)
*Jingly anklet for belly dancing.
*Wrap around pants died a pretty shade of blue with a rose batiked on one leg. Tyson bought a brown pair last year and I was really jealous. So I got myself a pair. The problem with these pants is, I feel like I'm *noticeably* looking like a hippie when I wear them. I sometimes call myself a hippie, but I'm not nearly as hippie as I think I look in those pants.
*A bright blue cotton scarf that I've been tying in my hair. It's a yard square, so I wrap it around my head and then pull the long bits up to the top of my head, tie them there, and tuck the ends in. That and the pants make me look even more hippie-ish. Also, apparently blue was my color theme for this Fair. It's to balance out all that purple I own.
*While at a taxidermy booth with Molly, I dug through their scrap piles of buckskin, and found two long triangular pieces and one long straight piece. They only cost five bucks, and I made a halter top out of them (Molly had brought a glover's needle and linen thread for her own buckskin). Can't wear it *anywhere* but the Fair though, as my nipples kept popping out the sides. Very nice and soft though, and not bad for five bucks, even if I only wear it the one day.
*A poster from a Christian environmentalist group. It shows a big colorful picture with Adam and Eve eating and surrounded by happy animals and lots of plants. Underneath it says: "God's original plan was for us to live in a garden with some naked vegetarians." *lol* Also got a couple of bumper stickers, one says the above, the other says, "'Your soul needs the wild.' Luke 2:6." I'm going to give them to Katrina, she of the "Jesus was a liberal" pin.
Things I did:
*Got measured for a Utilikilt (www.utilikilt.com). I swear, that was one of the busiest booths at the Fair this year. Last year I don't remember seeing anyone wearing one, and this year they were *everywhere*. Not that I'm complaining. *Any* man is automatically sexier when wearing one, for the same reason that tiny skirts are nice on women. Even butch lesbians get hotter in a manly kilt. And not all of them looked new. To no one's surprise, I'm a 34 short. I'd probably get a miniskirt length though, as even the "short" came past my knees. I'd also need a big belt. Shit that would be expensive, they're $115 for normal ones, and they charge more for miniskirt length 'cause they have to move the pocket. Ironically, Tyson wants one. We could conceivably both own the same pair of hippie pants, and utilikilts. We should go out in matching outfits some time.
*I got married to a dead bride. Molly, Tyson and I were walking around, and we spotted these two people who really stuck out in the crowd--two people dressed in wedding gowns, covered in white makeup. They were moving very slowly, and looking straight ahead. When we stopped to look at them, they pulled rings out of pouches at their waist (the cheapo kind that come out of vending machines) and put them on our ring fingers, then kept walking. They moved slowly the whole time, and never made eye contact or said a word. I noticed that the one putting the ring on my finger was a man when I got close up. It was kinda spooky but also sorta cool. I felt honored somehow.
*I saw a lot of belly dancing, as I hung out at the Gypsy Caravan stage for a good portion of several days. WOW. There were three in particular who really impressed me. One balanced two swords on her head. The first sword was flat on her head going side to side, and the other was point-up and going front to back. She danced while doing this. Another dancer was a very, er, well-rounded woman. But she had the most amazing muscle control, her undulations were really impressive. She had just the greatest attitude on stage, and obviously knew her body really well and what it could do. The audience of mostly skinny people went nuts for her. The third one, named Aziza, was by far the best belly dancer I've ever seen. I just....wow. Very athletic, having a good time onstage, dancing her ass off. The last two were from Portland, and Aziza even gives lessons locally! Woo hoo.
I've probably forgotten a lot of stuff, I don't know. If I have I will certainly post it.
IN OTHER NEWS: Who are the people replying to my journal?? I know one of them was referred by a friend, and another is a person whose journal *I've* replied to, but who are the rest of you people? ALSO: Talked to Jon (one of Bink's housemates) for four hours. Mostly small talk. I have no idea where this is going. I've seen him twice (the first time at Gr's party), and both times it was just talk talk talk. I'm constantly chattering. I think it's a subconcious way of distancing myself. He's asked to see me again....I'm getting nervous. I'm not really ready to date again yet. Argh.
Loot purchased:
*IWW cd. (The IWW are the International Workers of the World, aka the Wobblies.) Lots of fun songs, especially You Ain't Done Nothing if You Ain't Been Called a Red. I think that was the first thing I bought. Oddly enough, the song Solidarity Forever *isn't* on it.
*Harp music cd from some random guy playing on the side of the trail. All I have to say in my defense is: it's a harp. :)
*Jingly anklet for belly dancing.
*Wrap around pants died a pretty shade of blue with a rose batiked on one leg. Tyson bought a brown pair last year and I was really jealous. So I got myself a pair. The problem with these pants is, I feel like I'm *noticeably* looking like a hippie when I wear them. I sometimes call myself a hippie, but I'm not nearly as hippie as I think I look in those pants.
*A bright blue cotton scarf that I've been tying in my hair. It's a yard square, so I wrap it around my head and then pull the long bits up to the top of my head, tie them there, and tuck the ends in. That and the pants make me look even more hippie-ish. Also, apparently blue was my color theme for this Fair. It's to balance out all that purple I own.
*While at a taxidermy booth with Molly, I dug through their scrap piles of buckskin, and found two long triangular pieces and one long straight piece. They only cost five bucks, and I made a halter top out of them (Molly had brought a glover's needle and linen thread for her own buckskin). Can't wear it *anywhere* but the Fair though, as my nipples kept popping out the sides. Very nice and soft though, and not bad for five bucks, even if I only wear it the one day.
*A poster from a Christian environmentalist group. It shows a big colorful picture with Adam and Eve eating and surrounded by happy animals and lots of plants. Underneath it says: "God's original plan was for us to live in a garden with some naked vegetarians." *lol* Also got a couple of bumper stickers, one says the above, the other says, "'Your soul needs the wild.' Luke 2:6." I'm going to give them to Katrina, she of the "Jesus was a liberal" pin.
Things I did:
*Got measured for a Utilikilt (www.utilikilt.com). I swear, that was one of the busiest booths at the Fair this year. Last year I don't remember seeing anyone wearing one, and this year they were *everywhere*. Not that I'm complaining. *Any* man is automatically sexier when wearing one, for the same reason that tiny skirts are nice on women. Even butch lesbians get hotter in a manly kilt. And not all of them looked new. To no one's surprise, I'm a 34 short. I'd probably get a miniskirt length though, as even the "short" came past my knees. I'd also need a big belt. Shit that would be expensive, they're $115 for normal ones, and they charge more for miniskirt length 'cause they have to move the pocket. Ironically, Tyson wants one. We could conceivably both own the same pair of hippie pants, and utilikilts. We should go out in matching outfits some time.
*I got married to a dead bride. Molly, Tyson and I were walking around, and we spotted these two people who really stuck out in the crowd--two people dressed in wedding gowns, covered in white makeup. They were moving very slowly, and looking straight ahead. When we stopped to look at them, they pulled rings out of pouches at their waist (the cheapo kind that come out of vending machines) and put them on our ring fingers, then kept walking. They moved slowly the whole time, and never made eye contact or said a word. I noticed that the one putting the ring on my finger was a man when I got close up. It was kinda spooky but also sorta cool. I felt honored somehow.
*I saw a lot of belly dancing, as I hung out at the Gypsy Caravan stage for a good portion of several days. WOW. There were three in particular who really impressed me. One balanced two swords on her head. The first sword was flat on her head going side to side, and the other was point-up and going front to back. She danced while doing this. Another dancer was a very, er, well-rounded woman. But she had the most amazing muscle control, her undulations were really impressive. She had just the greatest attitude on stage, and obviously knew her body really well and what it could do. The audience of mostly skinny people went nuts for her. The third one, named Aziza, was by far the best belly dancer I've ever seen. I just....wow. Very athletic, having a good time onstage, dancing her ass off. The last two were from Portland, and Aziza even gives lessons locally! Woo hoo.
I've probably forgotten a lot of stuff, I don't know. If I have I will certainly post it.
IN OTHER NEWS: Who are the people replying to my journal?? I know one of them was referred by a friend, and another is a person whose journal *I've* replied to, but who are the rest of you people? ALSO: Talked to Jon (one of Bink's housemates) for four hours. Mostly small talk. I have no idea where this is going. I've seen him twice (the first time at Gr's party), and both times it was just talk talk talk. I'm constantly chattering. I think it's a subconcious way of distancing myself. He's asked to see me again....I'm getting nervous. I'm not really ready to date again yet. Argh.