I was leaving the Parkinson's boxing group on Thursday and there was a man on a makeshift pedestal on the corner with big Cali Swag District energy. He had the air of a man about to teach me how to Dougie.
Hurricane Katrina is in the news a lot lately; I remember the trees getting blown over in Jackson around the Belhaven neighborhood. I also remember not being particularly fussed about it. Should have been! Wasn't. But that's what happens when you barely pay attention AT ALL and grew up in tornado country. I remember reenacting Sin City with three other kids while the power was out. We make our own entertainment, dammit. I am a little sad that I never went to New Orleans until after Katrina, but them's the breaks.
Sushi and karaoke tonight. I just realized today that I have about a week to get my shit together re: a show next weekend. SOUNDS RIGHT. Eek.
I took an aqua Zumba class this morning and I'll be honest - I'm not sure what Zumba is. Because I did Pacific Islander dance in a pool is what happened. And he also threw in some folk dance moves from...Spain, maybe? I felt like he was liable to ask us to haka, but he did not. Where were you when you first learned of haka? For me it was dance...culture? History? One of those.
We went to the fair yesterday and it was...fun? Not crowded? Apparently officially cosplay day (damn; missed the memo) and unofficially Russian Orthodox day. Note to self: get more tickets next year.
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