So far this year has been busy, very busy. I got home at 8AM on January 1st after partying at a bar with a couple of friends. Man, the city of Sydney at 4AM after the big New Year's Eve extravaganza is one ugly city. The detritus of 1.5 million party-goers including the staggering said party-goers, and the concerted efforts of the City of Sydney and the police to discourage, nay, even prevent people from hanging around the city makes me wonder why one should bother. There are lots of buses to leave the city, but NONE to get in. I had to cab it into the city, and when I got there, the cops were cordoning off Circular Quay and The Rocks. They wouldn't let me walk past their barricade telling me there are no more bars open down there, a blatant lie because I told them my friends were waiting for me in a bar, and I just want to join them. In the end, one of the cops took pity and let me through. Same story when I got to the bar, the bouncers insisted they were already full, even as dozens of patrons were leaving. One of the bouncers took pity and let me in. Pity seems to work for me, should I take umbrage?
The following week I spent working every day with my new dance partner Kathrine. I discovered Kathrine, or should I say Kathrine discovered me, the week before after one social dance at the studio just before her class. Our styles seemed to mesh very well and we simultaneously thought we'd be well matched as partners. We had a chat and the next thing I knew, we would be competing at a dance event in two weeks.
I haven't really competed in dance, primarily because I didn't want to subject myself to the judgement of my peers as to how good I really am with respect to other dancers. This time I just agreed to compete because I feel I need that challenge and I would like to show everyone what I personally believe in terms of creativity in dance.
Kathrine was unconvinced about my idea for her costume which is something I call tango pants which feature a slit from below the knee to allow the leg and the calves to be exposed during certain dance moves. We decided we were going to buy a cheap pair of pants and take the scissors to it just to prove it was a viable option.
It fell to me to do the shopping. So here I am going into ladies clothing shops and checking out racks and racks of pants. My most annoying thought through the whole experience was that I was such a girl! How many real men do you know would be willing to walk into a ladies fashion outlet and inspect pants to see how the fabric hangs and if it would be suitable for modification? Last year I read Twilight and that had a side effect of growing ovaries. I'm still feeling above average estrogen levels especially when I'm in a ladies shop.
Also last week, I got a call from Iain who owns Memories Catering asking me if I was available to work on a function that Sunday. No problem, I said yes even though my birthday party was the Saturday before. It was a buffet lunch for 60 guests. Finally I get to meet Iain. He was a laid back fellow and I love working with him. I got to roast the beef, skin and portion the poached salmon, build a tower of cooked prawns,
make the artichoke, asparagus, and avocado salad (I just realised all the ingredients start with 'a'). I'd love to get more gigs with Iain.
I mentioned my birthday party, I had done a silly thing and invited 130 guests via facebook. No way we could fit 30 people in our tiny apartment, much less 130! I was betting against my own popularity. I figured people who truly liked me would make the effort, 35 of them did, but in staggered arrivals so we still managed to fit in. Whew.
That's it though, I am forty-five years old and I am terrified to think I am this old. However I also am grateful I'm still this young to embark on this great adventure.
For 2010 I am creating for myself the very likely possibility of working as a chef in a restaurant, getting more acting jobs, more travelling, growing as a dancer and writer, and being with a special someone to share it all with.
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