Faces Come Out of the Rain...when you're strange
I finally got out of the house & I did not like what I saw. New York is not attractive during seasonal transitions, winter-to-spring being the ugliest. Everything that has been buried under snow is now lying around getting rained on. Yecch. Things are coming up from the subways that are meant to stay underground.
Today I danced with smelly dinosaurs. I have not taken dance class with these old bags for a few months, so I was resigned to the fact that they would taunt me to tears. Nothing is more vicious than a room full of over-the-hill dancers. One would think that OTH models would be worse, but I don't think so. If you put them all in a locked room, I think only the dancers would emerge alive. Models can be bitchy, but dancers can be just as bitchy....& they can kick. The dancers did not taunt me, they were disturbingly accommodating. It really put me off balance. I eventually shouted "Stop it!" Then I went on a tirade about their perfume. I don't know why, but they were all drenched in the stuff & the combination of their fumes had created a toxic cloud that was making me breathless & dizzy. That was my excuse for collapsing 14 minutes into the warmup exercises & it was a good one; I had never pulled that one before.
The topic of the day at our after-dance cheeseburger & beer party was the World Trade Center tragedy & the conspiracy theory currently galloping around that links our own beloved gub'ment to the attacks. I don't watch CNN anymore because I don't care about Britney Spears & the late ANUS. (Anna Nicole uh Smith), therefore, I wasn't in the loop about this particular theory. I just listened & drank everyone's beer. Someone at the next table chimed in with a tidbit of info that made my dipso-dinos chatter & cluck. Someone else at his table seconded that information. The waitress remarked "I didn't know that, wow," and you could almost see the grapevine growing & spreading, its conspiratorial tendrils snaking out & touching all things near. This wildfire notion could have them throwing a rope over the rafters & stringing poor dumb George up before the daffodils bloom.
I staggered back to my bat cave & decided to stay in for awhile. There's a strange vibe out there & I don't want to get any on me.
{A very interesting show just started on VH1, where people submit their 3-minute movies & viewers vote on the internet for the best ones. Acceptable TV. Check out some of this week's contenders. I voted for "Who Farted?" & "The Teensies".}
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