My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Wow...who needs therapy when you have bellydancing? I mean it! I was sort of in a low place this weekend (some of you know why) and three things kept me from losing my mind:

*the copy of Sex & the City: the Complete Fifth Season that Gyda & Michelle gave me for my birthday. (To say that season resonates with my current situation would be a major understatement. That, and while watching the first episode, I was reminded of the Sex & the City party in which I first met Michelle and got to know Gyda so much better, and there's nothing like remembering what incredible friends that you do have. Also, I really need a Carrie icon already).

* dinner saturday night with angelicillusion. *hugs* Love you babe!!!

* and BELLYDANCING class this afternoon.

Yes, you read that right. My dear darling sister dragged me out of the house nearly kicking and screaming to try this class at her Y that she had signed up for. I was dubious, but I knew I needed to get out before I lost my mind, and it was the BEST thing that I could have done. I paid for one session so I could try out the class, and I just loved it. Our instructor was great - really fun and positive - and just all of the moving around and dancing just did amazing things for my mood (as well as improving more visible areas as well, based on how sore I am - this is something that's going to be working all of my problem areas in a really fun way).

After learning a few very basic moves in the first class, I have a feeling I'm going to learn a lot of really great moves to bust out on the dance floor. Just don't ask me to do any in the next few days, as I am very, very sore. Even after a VERY hot bath (with a marvelous Hot Java bath ballistic, Scarlett's Walk and some candles) and some aspirin, I'm still not up to it. omg ow.

I also watched A Mighty Wind tonight, after quasisonic and I gave up on the horrendous, contrived, cliche-ridden trainwreck that was Celeste in the City (oh, the things we will do for Nicky Brendon and Ethan Embry...), and all I have to say is ahahhaaaahhahaahahaha heee hee hahahahahahah!! Brilliant. I know that I'm really late to the party on this one, but Eugene Levy usually annoys the crap out of me (at least he did in the American Pie movies), so I didn't see it when it first came out. But after hearing "A Kiss at the End of the Rainbow" at the Oscars, I was curious, and taped the movie last night on HBO. I definitely think that it's the best song in the movie, and that Catherine O'Hara has a really pretty voice.

Perhaps if it was less late and I was less tired I'd start ranting about these hackneyed, poorly conceived films written and directed by people who have never been to New York (or had been that one time and just HATED the place) for people of the same opinion. It makes you truly appreciate the films and shows (few and far between though they may be) that actually get it. Shows like Law & Order (the original) and Sex & the City are in that category. They're shot in New York with New York actors and written by New York writers. You can't fake that sort of thing, and when you try, well, it's about as pleasant as out of tune violin accompanied by whatever you consider to be the most annoying sound in the world. It's actually painful. Things like Friends or Felicity or even NYPD Blue get away with the NY setting because the city itself is really not the centerpiece, the characters are. I don't know how Will & Grace manages to get so much right, but I'm guessing it comes from the writing, and having the city be a recurring character, and not a main one (the way it is on SATC). There's an accuracy that you just can't fake.

The other day on nycnobody some girl posted about wanting to find a dress that was "very new york." I was mystified, so I responded, asking her what in the hell she was getting at. She basically responded with more of the same, that she was going to a fancy party and wanted a "New York Look." Perhaps it comes from growing up here, but I haven't the faintest idea what a "New York look" is. I know what sophisticated is, or sexy, or classic, or vintage, or retro is. I can make guesses at urban or downtown chic. But when people who aren't from here go on about the "New York look" or call something "very New York," it's like they're speaking to me in a foreign language. I just don't get it.

(well, nothing wrong with a mini-rant I suppose. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to haul my sore bones to bed. Goodnight!)

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

Wow...who needs therapy when you have bellydancing? I mean it! I was sort of in a low place this weekend (some of you know why) and three things kept me from losing my mind:

*the copy of Sex & the City: the Complete Fifth Season that Gyda & Michelle gave me for my birthday. (To say that season resonates with my current situation would be a major understatement. That, and while watching the first episode, I was reminded of the Sex & the City party in which I first met Michelle and got to know Gyda so much better, and there's nothing like remembering what incredible friends that you do have. Also, I really need a Carrie icon already).

* dinner saturday night with angelicillusion. *hugs* Love you babe!!!

* and BELLYDANCING class this afternoon.

Yes, you read that right. My dear darling sister dragged me out of the house nearly kicking and screaming to try this class at her Y that she had signed up for. I was dubious, but I knew I needed to get out before I lost my mind, and it was the BEST thing that I could have done. I paid for one session so I could try out the class, and I just loved it. Our instructor was great - really fun and positive - and just all of the moving around and dancing just did amazing things for my mood (as well as improving more visible areas as well, based on how sore I am - this is something that's going to be working all of my problem areas in a really fun way).

After learning a few very basic moves in the first class, I have a feeling I'm going to learn a lot of really great moves to bust out on the dance floor. Just don't ask me to do any in the next few days, as I am very, very sore. Even after a VERY hot bath (with a marvelous Hot Java bath ballistic, Scarlett's Walk and some candles) and some aspirin, I'm still not up to it. omg ow.

I also watched A Mighty Wind tonight, after quasisonic and I gave up on the horrendous, contrived, cliche-ridden trainwreck that was Celeste in the City (oh, the things we will do for Nicky Brendon and Ethan Embry...), and all I have to say is ahahhaaaahhahaahahaha heee hee hahahahahahah!! Brilliant. I know that I'm really late to the party on this one, but Eugene Levy usually annoys the crap out of me (at least he did in the American Pie movies), so I didn't see it when it first came out. But after hearing "A Kiss at the End of the Rainbow" at the Oscars, I was curious, and taped the movie last night on HBO. I definitely think that it's the best song in the movie, and that Catherine O'Hara has a really pretty voice.

Perhaps if it was less late and I was less tired I'd start ranting about these hackneyed, poorly conceived films written and directed by people who have never been to New York (or had been that one time and just HATED the place) for people of the same opinion. It makes you truly appreciate the films and shows (few and far between though they may be) that actually get it. Shows like Law & Order (the original) and Sex & the City are in that category. They're shot in New York with New York actors and written by New York writers. You can't fake that sort of thing, and when you try, well, it's about as pleasant as out of tune violin accompanied by whatever you consider to be the most annoying sound in the world. It's actually painful. Things like Friends or Felicity or even NYPD Blue get away with the NY setting because the city itself is really not the centerpiece, the characters are. I don't know how Will & Grace manages to get so much right, but I'm guessing it comes from the writing, and having the city be a recurring character, and not a main one (the way it is on SATC). There's an accuracy that you just can't fake.

The other day on nycnobody some girl posted about wanting to find a dress that was "very new york." I was mystified, so I responded, asking her what in the hell she was getting at. She basically responded with more of the same, that she was going to a fancy party and wanted a "New York Look." Perhaps it comes from growing up here, but I haven't the faintest idea what a "New York look" is. I know what sophisticated is, or sexy, or classic, or vintage, or retro is. I can make guesses at urban or downtown chic. But when people who aren't from here go on about the "New York look" or call something "very New York," it's like they're speaking to me in a foreign language. I just don't get it.

(well, nothing wrong with a mini-rant I suppose. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to haul my sore bones to bed. Goodnight!)