July 22, 2008
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Sunriver was the same wonderful trip it always is. I even listened to country in my car. It seemed more of a departure from my world here. The desert was dryer this year, the haze from the fires came in closer. The trucks seemed bigger compared to the smaller cars here. And I ate BBQ twice. I even played nine holes. Geez, I haven’t played golf in seven years.
The wedding reception was at her parent’s ranch in Bend. They roasted a pig with the head on, and it was succulent. That and the fire dancer were the highlights of the reception. I sat next to her and we talked a little bit about the days when my teacher was taking from her. Then after she performed – After the poi she did a hula hoop with fire — I asked her about the hula hoop and she told me about this park where you can go and a bunch of people do tricks with and without fire. I think I’m gonna check it out. I was always good with the hula hoop.
The wedding was very touching. I haven’t been to one in ages, and I am yearning for a mate, so maybe that was part of it but I cried so many times. Her old roommate sang a song the guitar player had written for the wedding and everyone was crying over that. It was a small wedding, and I recognized all the people from Portland. I sat in front of her Aunt who used to chaperon at a lot of her gigs. A bellydancer needs an attendant to help carry, park the car, field off unwanted suitors, etc. I did it a couple times. So she caught me up on all the family news.
I sat with the other bellydancers, the ones from Portland. Right before the fire dancer performed her friend showed up and I scooted over to make room. From the back she looked 20-something, except for the grey dreds. From the front I couldn’t tell. She said she was closer to my age than I thought, not that she had any idea how old I am. She had the most riveting eyes.
She told me she’d just had her first bellydance lesson the day before. I told her she looked like a dancer. She said she was a stilt-walker.
When my teacher came over to our table to say hello I was on the far end so she hugged the fire dancer first. Then she came over and I stood up. We held each other and cried for all the time apart. She said she didn’t know what to say.
I am happy she has a husband.
Comments (7)
Here lately I’ve thought of taking up belly dancing. I happened by a strip center where they have lessons and it got me to thinking. I have no exercise program and have this poochey belly which is a family curse. I feel myself in a poor state.
Any suggestions?
I love to dance, much like you. When I get out my spirit soars. I found a gentleman who is short and a little dumpy but he is a very good leader. We don’t look to shabby out there. I think we may try dancing lessons. We’ve talked about it. The place where we go, though has a horrible smoke filter and we both became very ill after the evening. ugh.
Sounds like good connections happening.
Your life is usually completely alien to my experience. But I’m a big fan of BBQ and golf.
Glad to hear you enjoyed the trip . . .
You set an great scene. It allows for details to pop out at me nicely. A stilt walker. Oh, you do meet some intriguing people.
I envy your hula hoop skills. I never could get it going well and fire! Holy crap I’d burn the block down.
I’m glad she has a husband too. I understand wanting to have a man in my life like that again as well.
Some succulent writing here too. I can sense the surroundings.
I’m so glad you ended up enjoying yourself.
still writing good reading.
RYC: It’s definitely violent, but most of the violence is typical action movie fare — hand-to-hand combat and poorly aimed gunfire. The horrific stuff is only implied.
Thanks, and have a great weekend . . .