sundries

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- marchek's birthday was lovely, even if I was wearing the utterly wrong color shirt for the in-progress Mal costume. That's cool -- easy to solve and I even found out the deal with the braces. So hey, that was easy.

- Meanwhile, however, I was subject to bad dance etiquette like crazy last night, including a woman stepping out of her own square to come over to ours to touch me without permission or dance reason, to tell me, specifically, that I shouldn't try to do, I should just watch first and it might not be so hard for me. Um, our group of friends keeps those dances dancing, and we had a child with us, and we needed to show and figure some height issue stuff. Also, mind yourself.

Later, Marci and I both had to partner her in progressive dances briefly and she was a bad dancer, although she did swing fairly correctly and had something resembling a proper ballroom hold, so we were both satisfied and had our suspicions confirmed about her shit.

The other thing, was a guy who refused to let go of me when he needed to for a pass through, and when I tried to separate myself from him to do the figure correctly, he grabbed me tighter and then tried to DANCE ME OUT OF THE SET, at which point, I elbowed him in the gut. All I got was a condescending look of pity in response, like I didn't know what a woman's for (trust me, asshole, I know what a woman's for, thanks). Later, when we'd danced up and down so I had to partner the guy again, he started trying to rub my back soothingly.

It's a goddamn wonder I didn't punch somebody.

- LJ Idol in a bit.

- So with Gallifrey karaoke in mind, I'm listening to things on repeat on my ipod. You know, I think I only ever knew the first verse of Anything Goes. Wow, does that song have some absurd lyrics. Tennis pros? What? But yeah, as awesome for my voice as I think, especially if I can (and I know I can, I just have to practice) get that one really bitchy high note in under my break (I have a very pretty, perfectly decent little soprano headvoice that I sort of have no use for).

Meanwhile, this arrangement of I Know Him So Well from the new Barrowman album? Is remarkably not more ridiculous than the original particularly. I'm trying to figure out if there's a weird arrangement change in one part though -- the song is strange, but I can't decide if that's a "oh, yeah that note was always not what I expected" or if it's a "heh, couldn't hit that, eh?" thing. I'll have to dig out my Chess CD. It's niggling at me. Also, wow, I forgot what a toxic, cynical song that is. It's sort of less gross with a guy singing it, which actually makes it even worse because hello, terrible gender expectations!

- Lots of work today, dropping in on Patty's departmental party tonight and seeing ellen_kushner's The Klezmer Nutcracker tomorrow morning.

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I know. I'm thrilled about the shirt. (and the pants are pretty rad, but so tight. LIke not comfortable tight, but they still so cool). And solving the rest of the Mal outfit is positively easy (you know the braces are Israeli military?) compared to the Jack coat nightmare.