May 7, 2007

Ronda's bday party

Thursday I have dance rehearsals for an upcoming show for Douglas Park and spend the whole night finishing up writing my own dance show and mixing music. Staying in is lovely.

Friday evening I go to this monthly event at Unity Church called 818... it's supposed to be this spiritual type fair with meditation, drumming circles, tarot cards, massage, a "dj" singers, etc. I knew it was going to be slightly hippyish, but I was certainly not ready to experience the Grateful Dead-style dancefloor complete with a dancing Ganesh (that's the elephant Indian God), white women in saris and whirling dervishes. It was a little unsettling, and although there was no alcohol, no one could convince me that there wasn't some kind of hallucinogen involved with these guys. I got my arm hennaed up by a real Indian girl, then scurried off.

Later that night I stop by Zentra for Roy Davis Jr. and Marques Wyatt, and immediately remember why I stopped going to my beloved Zentra: because everyone talks my ear off! I hear that people not associated with us have been using the 5 Magazine name to get into clubs, and I tell those bouncers never to allow that again. I then go to the final NuBang Clan/5 Mag monthly party at the Prophouse and begin to enjoy myself. I like being around people with rhythm.

Saturday I go to promoter Ronda Flowers' bday party at Room 43 on the southside. What a gorgeous gorgeous space: 2 floors (people were watching the fight on a movie screen upstairs), huge and very clean. Now that was a REAL party!

Sunday morning I missed getting up to see His Holiness the Dalai Lama. So did other people. Woops.

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