Okay, so I have been remiss is posting up lots and lots of pictures that I was supposed to do. I’m about to post 50 bajillion pictures because I was supposed to blog about all these events months ago, but whatevs. Just be glad you got the pictures. Oh, and photobucket keeps blowing them up humongo size, even though I put it on medium, but anyway, moving right along…..
Halloween: I went to a hafleh at Ruta Maya in (gasp!) South Austin. Dude, I don’t drive south of Riverside if I have to, but, because I am a Sonya Taft groupie, I made the trek. She’s part of the lovely troupe, Raks Helwa.
Yes, they are dancing with swords on their heads. I will learn how to do that, well, once I learn how to dance, that is…..
Rania is why I wanted to learn Egyptian in the first place.
This butthole wouldn’t move so I could get closer to take better pictures of Sonya, but she was the only one that went out and played zills, so I take my hat off to her.
Alexis and I. She was dressed like a dominatrix. Some dude kept asking me how much does my friend charge and he wasn’t kidding, either. That was embarrassing.
Yup, I was an A.T.F. officer. I even had handcuffs.
I left from the hafleh and went to Rodeo because the dancing was over and I was bored. The door girl and I decided to assault my friend, Vincent, that manages the club.
My friend, Ida, competed in the contest they have every week where girls strip down to their underwear and dance around the dance floor to win $1000 in cash. She was wearing a nun outfit, though, so she’s going straight to Hell.
My little sister, Ana, had an America’s Next Top Model/Luau for her birthday. (She wanted the luau only because I had just had one). I put the girls in my wigs, dolled them up with lots of makeup, gave them a choice of three sparkly red dresses with my club heels and took their pictures. I can’t put them up (because I don’t want to get sued), but some of those little girls had some *scandalous* poses they were trying to do.
These little girls are waaay more grown up than me. My sister is wearing the crown I got when I went to see Enchanted. Her little friend was trying to make off with my tiara, but I plucked it off her head right before I left for the night. Mama didn’t raise no dummy…..
No, I’m not vain and posting random pictures of me just because. This is for Kath, who said that I’m big on posting pictures of me all dolled up, but won’t show what I look like without the war paint. All I can say to you, Kath, is suck it.
Speaking of bets, never say I don’t keep my word. I couldn’t find any white booty shorts (seeing as it ain’t summertime and all), but I did the best with what was available. Thanks to Lisa for going with me to the ladies room to take these for me. They are the suckiest pictures ever but well, it’s the suckiest team ever, so I kinda don’t care. Someone please remind me of the horror of this day and why I should *never* bet on a sporting event again.
This one is for Gabrielle, a raaaaabid Yankees fan. Please don’t stone me, Slade. It was not my choice.
My cousin and I used to be bestest friends and the biggest nerds when we were little. We used to compete to see who would get the most A’s and E’s on her report card. Like I said, we were nerds. We still kind of are.
Yes, I own a real tiara. And you thought I was kidding…..
Everyday, I am reminded more and more that I am my mother’s daughter. My face, my intonation, and my obsession with boys all came from her.
My nana made this skirt for me and I made the top. There was another top that was supposed to go with it, but I spilled Starbucks on it, so I made this one in the parking lot like twenty minutes before I had to perform at Kick Butt with material I had *just* bought at Joann’s. I lucked out BIG time.
This is Nilay. She teaches German to horny high schoolers and she’s in one of my belly dance classes. We laugh because I like light meat and she likes dark. Our souls are *obviously* in the wrong bodies.
Like my pashmina? Tasmia gave it to me for my birthday. It looks awesome.
I am a Sonya Taft groupie so I have to put up the prerequisite picture of the Taftinator.
This is Roz. She’s an awesome tribal dancer, but she’s afraid to dance on stage, so I pulled her up when everyone was on stage was dancing so that she wouldn’t stick out. So proud of my girl.
So much for the theory that belly dancers aren’t strippers, eh? No, seriously though, we get paid tips for our shows.
This is from Paul’s Christmas party at ACC. He was supposed to go with me to my Masquerade Ball earlier this year, but he got sick, so I wore that dress because he hadn’t seen it.
I don’t know if you can tell by this picture, but I was broken out in hives because my friend decided to put “special mushrooms” in the marinara sauce she made us for lunch. I keep telling people I’m allergic to *everything* but they don’t seem to believe me. I had to go get a shot of Benadryl.
Us again. Can you tell we’re a little tipply?
This pic is more for pictorial reference for NysaK. How do they make those pleats stay? Do you sew the top part to do that or do I have to keep pressing it?
After Paul’s party, I talked to Jonathan, and his son by a weird twist of fate, on my way to my next party. I ended up at my friend’s birthday party at Rodeo. I don’t know if you can tell by the picture, but I was toasty. My friend, Jess, ended up driving us home. (Now that I think about it, she was probably more drunk than I was, but her shoes had smaller heels and my car is standard, so she got tapped to drive)
So, there you have it. Two months worth of pictures. Well, there were others, but they are too hot for t.v……..hehehe.
State of the Union: Sleepy
Listening to: You Have Been Loved by Sia
Edited: December 16th, 2008
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