1565 last night at cafe mundi

Aug. 15, 2003

 

I am still seething over the events last night at the bellydance show
I attended. Chinless (apparently also spineless & possibly brainless)
Moo, very pretty but apparently dumb-as-a-stick (and maybe non-
English-speaking) Duh, and their two precious adorable offspring
ruined 3/4 of the show for everyone else. Selfish fucking breeders.
Oh, the daughters were cute enough, about 3 and 6, wearing matching
little patriotic sundresses, hair in ringlets, cyoot button noses,
the works. (I am reminded of the adage that even the Devil can take a
pleasing form if it suits his purposes....)
So, a few minutes into the 2nd dancer's performance, these assholes
show up, and immediately start scraping chairs across the ground,
arranging things to suit their breederness, while the oldest whines
and screeches various questions and comments: "What's he
holding? /What's she wearing? /*heehehee*--look at her tummy!" ad
nauseam.

Then the younger one starts screeching wordlessly, so Moo gets baby
on her lap and starts holding the baby's hands, waving them in time
to the music, punching me in the arm on every beat. After about 3
blows, I got out of my chair, moved it away, and re-seated myself.
Moo had the grace to mutter 'sorry' at me at that point. Stupid
bitch. Then the oldest gets started again: "Which one is teacher?
Where's teacher?" bla bla.

Then the youngest is "huuuunnngreeeeee!" So they give her something
which she proceeds to eat with her hands, then of course starts
dancing near Moo's legs, and wiping her slimy little paws on my
pants. More than once. Finally, I made vague 'shoo-ing' motions at
her, which seemed effective.

Oldest finally fucked off, to go play with the 3 young bellydance
students in the audience. Apparently, the girls were friendly enough
to give her a coin belt to wear, and they were having a fine old
time.

The second half begins, the oldest pipes up with "I ALREADY saw HER
dance!" Half the audience laughs, the other half 'shushes' her. The
youngest keeps running onto the rug where the dancers are performing.
I was waiting for one of the dancers to kick her in the head, but it
didn't happen. Moo kept rescuing her in the nick of time. Never heard
her say NO to this kid, she just smiled and grabbed her off the rug.
They were both acting like it was some kind of cute 'chase' game.
WTF!? Would they act like this if this were an indoor performance,
and pwecious babygirl was running onto the damn STAGE?

Then the section of the show I don't really care for begins: the
young (like age 6-10) dancers get up to do short solo dances.
Apparently they've offered to let the older kid with her borrowed
coin belt dance. The first dance student goes out to dance, and the
older brat goes into Nuclear Meltdown mode. I don't know what the
deal was, whether she wanted to go first, or whether she didn't want
to dance after all, or what, but CLUELESS damn parents grab her and
take her to the area behind the audience, still well within hearing
range, while she literally ROARS, screams, and hits and kicks her
parents for a good 5 minutes. Then they take her out to the parking
lot, where, due to my exceptional hearing, I can *still* hear her
screaming. Finally FINALLY, they fucking left (not bothering to
return the borrowed coin belt, of course. There goes somebody's $50
dance accessory),

I have an inspiration from all of this: "Discipline On Call". If
parents are too 'nice' (read: 'useless') to beat their own children,
they can fuckin call me. And then maybe we'll finally get some good
use out of those ridiculous assholes we occasionally meet in public
who tell their kids shit like "If you don't behave, that mean lady is
going to spank you"...make that shit TRUE. And then Moo and Duh can
still be the kiddies Bestest Fwiends, at least until kiddie is old
enough to understand who the real bad guy is in this situation.

There were a couple of nice things yesterday evening: at the
intermission, Z Helene said hello & was nice to me, even though I was
giving out major "Get the Fuck Away From Me/ I'm Invisible" vibes due
to the hideous brats. That speaks majorly of her graciousness. (she
*did* ask if she knew me, and I was all hurt & offended as usual when
someone wonderful doesn't remember boring old dumpy invisible me, but
what can I expect? I was putting out 'invisible' vibes!) And at the
end, when I was totally frazzled & saying my goodbyes to S. (Never
thought I'd envy someone their deafness!), Valeda invited me to come
up and dance at the 'end of show jam' they do. Very sweet of her.
She is a beautiful person, inside & out.

1566 dream

Aug. 15, 2003

 

 

last night's dream was about some play my mom was doing, about
dinosaurs & xmas, and sponsored by WalMart. We were apparently going
overseas, and I was the stage manager or prop-master, or something,
so I had all this CRAP I was hauling, suitcases, bags, duffels,
boxes, extra jackets & coats, pockets full of stuff, and so of course
everyone else got thru customs and across this bridge just fine and I
had to stop in this grungy area next to the bridge and let them go
thru everything. I was exasperated. One of the customs guys gave me a
kiss and told me I was doing the right thing. I gave the supervisor
lady some American cash, and she gave me all these coins for change.
It looked like a mix of American pennies & foreign coins. I don't
like carrying a bunch of change, and I didn't have any room in my
pockets, so I gave it back to her and asked if there was some way I
could get a bill instead of a bunch of coins, and she took a $10 from
me and then gave me this coin that looked like a key. Then they
weren't going to let me bring in all the props, and I gave this
speech about how we could do the show without our stuff, but that it
would be like doing Swan Lake with only the male lead. Sure, he's
pretty & all and he could pantomime all the lifts & stuff, but it
wouldn't be the same performance. I think they let me go through
after that, but I don't remember.

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