My straightener broke yesterday morning, which means that my hair is akimbo. I look like an upside down pineapple. Bulbous on the top and all sticky-outy on the bottom. I have attempted to tame it with a head band but am only having marginal success. It does not help that I had nun chucks last night and I worked out this morning but worked out a little later than normal and didn't have time to wash my hair so it's akimbo and gross.
I think the wild hair look may actually work to my advantage tonight because Lindsay and I have signed up for the Upland community drum circle class. Lindsay has participated in drum circles before and loves them and I love anything that will make me laugh until I pee my pants, which I think drum circles have the potential for. I'm hoping that there are unwashed hippies so that I can blend right in.
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I bet your hair looks really cute. Have fun with the drum circle. Sounds like another blog worthy class to me!
Pictures please. We did a family drum circle when Sarah was in town (she was a member of one in Eugene), and it was loads of fun. Plus it did make us laugh a lot. I hope you feel the rhythm. Don't be scared.
Wow. I went to a Tibetan drum meditation once, led by a Tibetan monk. I didn't "get" it, but I was reverent. This was at the "Integratron" up in the high desert. Afterwards, we went to a big bonfire where we wrote wishes on and threw in the fire. We also formed a circle around the fire while he chanted a prayer. I went for the experience.
I was alone. It would have been much more fun with a friend. Or much more humiliating because we would have laughed at something and then I would have had the potential for peeing my pants.
Your way sounds much more appealing.
Have a blast. And then post about it.....please....
I laughed that much once. I was 16, we were playing "spin the bottle" with a ketchup bottle at Baker's Square right there on Central Ave in Chino. The lid popped off the bottle mid-spin and ketchup sprayed everywhere in a circle and I laughed so hard I lost it (and by "it" I mean bladder control). But I was cool as a cucumber - I then "accidentally" spilled somebody's full water glass right into my lap. Phew!
When I was on tour with the the Ballroom Team, I had a dance partner who started laughing on stage and peed her pants. For the rest of the show we played, "who can avoid the puddle".
Eew!
I live to gross out others.
And AHEM, where is the script? I'm waiting. You can email it to me if you don't want to make your blog overwhelmingly Mormon.
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