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Does anyone else care who's gonna be the next James Bond? My dream James Bond is not returning, so...eh. I don't really care anymore. OK, if it was Ewan McGregor I might care 'cos DAMN. But it isn't, so eh.
I'm so so so ready for two weeks (and weekends) of complete sloth. I desperately need to hermit. Please, if you email, phone, or otherwise contact me about a group gathering before November 1, please don't take offense if I say "no" or don't return your message. I want hours lolling about on my couch, unwashed, wearing flannel PJs and not smiling or flirting with a single damn soul.
After my two weeks, however, I look forward to a good night of public drunkenness and boogey-down dancing.
Speaking of dancing, I finally made the decision to drop out of Troupe Raghsidad. I'll still take classes and go to workshops. I'll still dance at Aladdin Café. I'll still help with costumes for the summer show and Ren Fest. If Jo doesn't want me to do solos for the summer show and Ren Fest, I'll just play with the musicians. But for a year now I've been sort of half-assing my way along with the troupe, bowing out of performances and becoming less and less involved. I feel I don't have the physical or emotional energy that being in a troupe requires and I do not like giving the impression that it's ok to not give it all I've got just because I'm one of the most experienced dancers. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with that, so I told Jo yesterday that I was removing myself from the ranks of her troupe. A tough decision, but she was cool about it. I'm getting burned out with dance (again) and I don't want that. So. No more troupe for me. It's definitely the best decision for me.
I'm so so so ready for two weeks (and weekends) of complete sloth. I desperately need to hermit. Please, if you email, phone, or otherwise contact me about a group gathering before November 1, please don't take offense if I say "no" or don't return your message. I want hours lolling about on my couch, unwashed, wearing flannel PJs and not smiling or flirting with a single damn soul.
After my two weeks, however, I look forward to a good night of public drunkenness and boogey-down dancing.
Speaking of dancing, I finally made the decision to drop out of Troupe Raghsidad. I'll still take classes and go to workshops. I'll still dance at Aladdin Café. I'll still help with costumes for the summer show and Ren Fest. If Jo doesn't want me to do solos for the summer show and Ren Fest, I'll just play with the musicians. But for a year now I've been sort of half-assing my way along with the troupe, bowing out of performances and becoming less and less involved. I feel I don't have the physical or emotional energy that being in a troupe requires and I do not like giving the impression that it's ok to not give it all I've got just because I'm one of the most experienced dancers. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with that, so I told Jo yesterday that I was removing myself from the ranks of her troupe. A tough decision, but she was cool about it. I'm getting burned out with dance (again) and I don't want that. So. No more troupe for me. It's definitely the best decision for me.