Events
Bal de Vampyre
11.2.02
We went. We look good. We
danced. It was good.
Oh, I should probably say
something profound here. Or funny. Or profoundly funny. Or, I don’t know…once
again we dressed in a set theme.
Mary Pop Tart and her two
girls – Red Riding Hood and Goldilocks. I wore a flail in my hair, pinned
just so. I don’t worry about the big bad wolf. Karen is still looking for
a place to rest her weary head.
What can I say, I had many
compliments on my costume, which is always nice in a room full of women
in tight corseted outfits. Gina was of course magnificent. Karen was very
cute in her very short skirt.
We danced.
Oh, I know there was skit.
It was very cool. It was Black Adder (Victorian period) Buffy the Vampire
Slayer cross over. It was a little long, but very funny. Worth it just
for the speech about how the Watcher’s Council are the Biggest Wankers
in the Kingdom of Wankerdom. Also, some nicely choreographed fights.
Garbage/No Doubt concert
11.14.02
This is the noise that keeps
me awake.
My head explodes and my
body aches
God I love Garbage with the
capital G. I went to a concert and I knew all the words. Sang along, felt
that twinge in my throat from where I blew my voice out at a Metallica
concert. But I don’t know all of Metallica’s songs. I don’t own all the
albums. There isn’t a single Garbage song that I have listened to.
Only three albums will do
that.
The words whirled. The crowd
jumped and writhed. It was great.
Oh, I suppose details beyond
the flavor of the burn are necessary. Karen and I drove to down to see
the Distillers, Garbage and No Doubt at the San Jose Arena.
We were early. We were excited.
We ate nachos. Life’s like that.
The Distillers were pretty
good, the crowd was thin yet. Then Garbage came out. I had no idea the
lead singer was so pretty. I loved her pink stripped poof of a skirt. A
black bow just so.
There are some songs that
I wish they had played. Perhaps all the songs on all three albums in random
order. That would have worked.
After Garbage, No Doubt.
Also very jumpsome. They worked the crowd wonderfully well. Urging us to
yell and jump in left side, right side competition. Knowing that this was
a high note not to be topped, and Karen did need to be at the Airport at
4:30, we left a bit early.
High on music and ready for
a celebratory ice cream cone.
Cirque du Soleil
Varekai
11.20.02
Varekai means "wherever"
in Romany. I know that because I went to the cirque website, otherwise,
I never would have guessed.
Apparently, the show is in
honor of wanderers. Whatever.
Soleil thy name is sensual.
Once again, the subtleties of the body. Of bend and sway and men in corsets.
There was some sort of plot. But mostly it was people swooping in off the
ceiling. Swaying on lines. Did I mention the men in corsets. They looked
like friezes on some ancient wall. Sensual in a completely masculine way.
Harsh angles of legs and arms. Or the fire. People on these giant swings,
flying through the air. Or the ocean scene. With rippling water people.
Okay, it actually doesn’t make much sense to describe. Plot. Shmot. It
was pretty. I liked it.
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