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Apr. 29th, 2003 09:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mishakI took Friday off because I remembered that my work gives a discretionary "floating holiday" in lieu of Patriots Day, and if I'm getting laid off soon I'd better Use It before I Lose It. Oh, my job did extend me for one more month, through May. I'm bounced back from Microelectronics Product Group (MEPG) to Circuit Edit & Mask Repair Division (CMD), because CMD has some extra cash in their budget with which to pay me. Perhaps next month I'll go to Building Maintenance and Sanitation. Or the cafeteria lunch line. I'm not sure if I'd rather push a mop and bucket around, or wear a hairnet and make sandwiches. Anyway. On Friday Paisley took me out driving, this is my quest to learn how to drive stick shift. It is exciting, but embarrassing. After an hour and a half I think I was doing ok, but the prospect of Starting On A Hill scares the hell out of me, as does Parallel Parking. Tomorrow I'm going out with a Tiny Chicken and I've a final lesson with Photiq Saturday. I know I'm spending more time that most people do on this Driving Standard thing, but I figure the more practice I get the less stressed I'll be at the car dealer. Also I'll be spreading out the wear and tear evenly among three friend's cars, rather than chewing up the clutch of just one. Paisley is still speaking to me, so I can't be doing that much damage.
And then there was the B&D Ball. It was the smoothest-running of any Ball I've ever done, which was amazing because there were more performances packed into this one than ever before; what with two fashion shows, Sin dancers, Angeldustrial flygirls, Ooze repetitive-motion creepiness, Dita Von Teese with the freakshow-perfect body, and the FantasyFactory 20-minute mega-performance, there was always something going on up on stage, and, more often than not, the something is sexy. Also, Bianca Beauchamp came down from French-Canadia, she was set up in the lounge to do photoshoots all night. She's got the cutest accent, reminds me of Marianne. Those two should get together and, I dunno, do something with maple syrup. Whoa, that wasn't meant to sound dirty. Initially, anyways.
The B&D Ball is the time to wear your finest latex, I had zip-around pants and opera-length gloves. Nothing quite like the feel of rubber. You feel kinda like a water balloon. Or a fetish sausage. But in a sexy way.
I haven't seen the video of the FF performance, but it felt good; no egregiously missed cues, Quang's fencing choreography worked out perfectly, clothes tore away without incident. One of the things I love about the Ball is that it's the only performance I get nervous about. Between Hell and Fantasy Factory, I've done so many performances at ManRay it feels completely comfortable on that stage, like doing charades in a friends living room or something. But...The Ball, that's a big deal. The club is never more crowded, people wear their most exquisitely lovely gear, we have a world famous mistress of ceremonies and months of rehearsals; down in the dressing room there's an electricity like no other time of the year, and in the minutes before we go on, waiting just offstage, my heart's racing and I'm going over my moves and cues, trying to stay relaxed and on edge at the same time, reminding myself to breathe, breathe, breathe.
I love show business.
And then there was the B&D Ball. It was the smoothest-running of any Ball I've ever done, which was amazing because there were more performances packed into this one than ever before; what with two fashion shows, Sin dancers, Angeldustrial flygirls, Ooze repetitive-motion creepiness, Dita Von Teese with the freakshow-perfect body, and the FantasyFactory 20-minute mega-performance, there was always something going on up on stage, and, more often than not, the something is sexy. Also, Bianca Beauchamp came down from French-Canadia, she was set up in the lounge to do photoshoots all night. She's got the cutest accent, reminds me of Marianne. Those two should get together and, I dunno, do something with maple syrup. Whoa, that wasn't meant to sound dirty. Initially, anyways.
The B&D Ball is the time to wear your finest latex, I had zip-around pants and opera-length gloves. Nothing quite like the feel of rubber. You feel kinda like a water balloon. Or a fetish sausage. But in a sexy way.
I haven't seen the video of the FF performance, but it felt good; no egregiously missed cues, Quang's fencing choreography worked out perfectly, clothes tore away without incident. One of the things I love about the Ball is that it's the only performance I get nervous about. Between Hell and Fantasy Factory, I've done so many performances at ManRay it feels completely comfortable on that stage, like doing charades in a friends living room or something. But...The Ball, that's a big deal. The club is never more crowded, people wear their most exquisitely lovely gear, we have a world famous mistress of ceremonies and months of rehearsals; down in the dressing room there's an electricity like no other time of the year, and in the minutes before we go on, waiting just offstage, my heart's racing and I'm going over my moves and cues, trying to stay relaxed and on edge at the same time, reminding myself to breathe, breathe, breathe.
I love show business.
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Date: 2003-04-29 06:50 am (UTC)Something's suddenly come up for me on Wednesday . . . ;)
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Date: 2003-04-29 08:40 am (UTC)You performance was breath taking! I wish I could have been on the show!
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Date: 2003-04-29 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-29 10:41 pm (UTC)Cool pictures, but her breasts kind of scare me! :-p
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Date: 2003-04-29 09:16 am (UTC)And don't sweat the stalling thing. Just about every make of car shifts a little differently....the stroke of the clutch, the width of the engagement zone, the throw of the stick, etc. I had driven a manual for years and I stalled three times when I test drove my current vehicle.
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Date: 2003-04-29 10:13 am (UTC)Now you're getting me hot.
I have my eye on an Acura RSX Type-S. It seems to have everything I'm looking for, even if it's not the most exciting-looking car on the road. Course I'll be testdriving a few other cars, like the Mazda 6, Mini Cooper-S, Toyota Celica, Mercedes C-Coupe, maybe a BMW Z4, just for giggles.
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Date: 2003-04-29 11:20 am (UTC)wimper. ;(
I'm in hippie central, I think they'd stone me if I tried to eat jerkey in public. Or maybe they'd just pelt me with "tofurky" (aka tofu based crap)(unfortunately a real product, I can bring you a sample if you want to poison some stray rats, no wait, they'd know better than to eat it).
Glad to hear the ball went well. "clothes tore away without incident." eh? do you have any pictures of the show? Or for that matter everyone all dressed up? Sadly lacking in fancy rubber wear here. :(
Re: pout (to this and the last post)
Date: 2003-04-30 05:58 am (UTC)Bianca Beauchamp's photographer took a couple group shots of the FF first-scene crew, but I'm not sure when or where they'd be accessible. I'm more than a little nervous about seeing those, because from the waist down my outfit was white frilly underwear, white garters and white thigh-highs. With bows. Not my first choice of costume, but, after they stopped laughing, people assured me it was "cute".
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Date: 2003-04-29 11:29 am (UTC)