1 44 pm pdt [ tickets ]
Last night we went to Backflip as part of my quest to go to a lot of SF clubs.
There is a bizarre phenomenon in California whereby a "club" is not
actually the physical location you go to, but the event being held that
night. So, in local parlance, we went to SPA fridays at
Backflip.
As I mentioned before, there is a raffle thing at the
school where I work (heretofore know as "The School") where parents donate
stuff and then faculty and staff can win it. I previously won a membership to the Coyote Point Museum.
Well, yesterday I found out I won something else. It was a dance
performance, which none of my co-workers had even signed up for (I guess
they don't like dance) and which I knew nothing about. So I was informed
that I won tickets to the White Oak Dance Project. I'm thinking,
"Could be good, could be bad, but I'm always down for a free performance."
So, I peeked at the tickets to see the date of the performance and notice
somebody had written something on the envelope. It read: "Baryshnikov
tickets". My eyes bulged. But I refused to believe it until I looked it up online. Woo hoo! Free orchestra seats to
see Baryshnikov! I am so excited.
4 44 pm pdt [ we be clubbin' ]
So as I said, last night we went to Backflip. I very much liked the
layout and decor. The bartender we had was fantastic, and one of the
floors had rap music, so I was in dance heaven. Matthew and I danced for quite a long time,
not know which of our various friend that "might" show up would actual do
so. When we spotted Phil he sat down to watch (he claims not to know how
to dance) and then disappeared for a while. Later we located him with
Elizabeth and Salvador. As soon as Matthew saw the reinforcements, he
declared himself too tired to dance any more and I dragged (and I do mean
dragged) Phil out to dance with me. We went right near the DJ where there
were fans keeping everyone cool. The music was distorting, so I leaned
over to the DJ and said, "The music is clipping." He gave me thumbs up
sign and I shook my head. "The music is clipping! You need to turn down
the input!" I'm sure this was some sort of horrid faux pas, but he seemed
happy enough to know, or maybe he was just placating me. Anyway, I had
wore my hair down and the fan was making it go crazy. A nice guy taking
photos for club promotions came by and snapped a picture of Phil and me.
I stuck out my tongue as I am known to do any time someone points a camera at me.
Then the guy took a second one (though Phil really didn't make the shot).
I asked him if I could get copies. He was kind enough to say sure.
[photographs by Brian Ringseis]
Things of note about these pictures:
- I am sticking out my tongue in the first [left] shot, but it really
just looks like I am opening my mouth in some weird fashion.
- The thing wrapped around my neck in the first shot in my own hair.
There are also strands flying across my face. The hair on my arm is that
of the woman dancing next to me.
- My ribs stick out. I used to be very self-conscious of this, and
only wear baggy shirts. Now I just don't care.
- The scrawniness of my arms is the reason I am so dedicated to my
current workout routine.
- Phil is (in both shots) making his typical "Please don't let me be
seen in public with this freak!" face. The fact that Phil makes this face
makes me want to make him make the face.
- In the first shot I have hiking my dress all the way up! Naughty
me...
- Phil is holding his stomach in both photos.
- In the second photo, someone's hand is really close to Phil's tush.
I wonder if he got a pinch...
- I was always told not to let one's bra straps show. Then I took a
survey of my guy friends and the vast majority preferred showing bra
straps to hidden bra straps or no bra straps [aka no bra]. All of them
gave different reasons for liking the showing bra straps. My favorite
reason was, "It's underwear and it's touching your breasts!"
- I can't think of any more comments.
