I've been thinking about how totally random the pictures I took are. Like, I have tons of some people, and of others (like Tep, for one) I can't believe I have no pictures. Which sucks.
This. So very much this. When I finally uploaded my pics I couldn't believe how much stuff and how many foamy people I failed to take pictures of. And I was apparently stalking Juliana because like half of my pics were of her. (Not that tons of pics of Juliana is a problem -'cause that would obviously be crazy talk!)
Next time I'ma have a checklist or summat.
Good plan. I may adopt it.
the voluptua is a bit more prominent in the dance shots than I would like
But....belly dance *requires* a belly!
Smonster has lovely voluptua. Me, not so much.
I have no voluptua. Pulchritude, all the way.
smonster's voluptua is like the textbook definition of sexy.
I'm pretty zen about my voluptua, thanks to rugby and bellydance. But thanks for the compliments.
I remember exactly what he said - the entire memory just came back. He said "I'm admiring your pulchritude."
That is made of awesome.
But....belly dance *requires* a belly!
Well... I prefer to think that bellydance (like rugby, coincidentally) welcomes a greater variety of body types and heights than many other forms of dance (or sport, as the case may be).
See, for example, Rachel Brice.
I do really love Fat Chance Bellydance, as they have a lot more size and ethnic diversity in their troupe than, say, the Bellydance Superstars. (I respect and like a lot of those dancers. I'm not going to get into my feelings about Miles Copeland. Oh, yes, folks, there is wank in bellydance, too.)
Smonster has lovely voluptua. Me, not so much.
While not wishing to denigrate smonster's lovely voluptua in any way (loved the dancing, so pretty), I have to take issue with this statement. I came up to you on the terrace and put my arms around you for entirely selfish reasons, Brenda; you looked like you would feel fabulous to hold. And I was not wrong.
DH just ran over to the liquer store to get some soda and asked what I wanted. I jokingly said Fernet.
Ummm, I now have a small bottle of Fernet.
he hasn't seen what happens when you drink Fernet.
No, he hasn't. And he won't. I think I shall save it - maybe bring it to Colorado (buried deep in my luggage).
