January 7, 2008
Raw
with friends @ Smart Bar... I don't know what Ron Carroll is looking at... |
Dana Powell @ the Jeffrey Pub |
When I was a full time dancer rehearsing for hours and hours a day, weight was definitely a prevalent issue when getting cast for roles. Allow me to plug Karyn's Inner Beauty, a beautiful place that espouses the ideals of eating all raw food. I (along with many dancers from previous companies) have done the month-long raw food detox cleanse, and have even stayed eating raw for months after. It cleans out your system, heals your body, makes you lose weight and gives you a spiritual boost. So with all the junk that I've wallowed in this past year, I heard my body screaming for some purification. So far I've been 6 days raw and I feel great. This also means being sober when going out (a slight challenge), but I've been falling asleep by midnight anyway. These are all mini-miracles for me. I've also gone back to dancing for 2-3 hours a day at my old ballet school, and I'm feeling like my old self again.
Of course none of this has stopped the fact that I still have to go out and be on my business. Thursday my man headlined a wonderful set at Smart Bar, Friday we drop by Zentra, Leo's Den, Smart Bar and to Dana Powell's new night at the newly renovated Jeffrey Pub. For those of you who don't know, Jeffrey Pub is an old old Chicago institution, a gay bar on the southside with more security than Rikers Island. A sign outside kindly requests that you do not bring in your guns. You are cavity searched when you walk in by big people. And it was gross. Before. Now it is brand spanking new, with newly done floors, a better sound system, nice lights and a more cheerful atmosphere. So we hang out in the treehouse-like DJ booth with Dana, while Craig Loftis (who told me about the new night in the first place) spun an impromptu set. An old tired lesbian with serious eye bags kept banging on the door and asking when they were going to play the stepper's set. Dana would nod his head (while clearly not listening), then kick the door shut on her face. I love him.
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