Aaaaaaaah!

In non-celebration-related news, I'm freaking out. I sent in registration for a bellydance festival months ago, hoping to do a solo. A few weeks ago I heard through a listserve that the festival was full, and that there was a huge waiting list. At that point I breathed a sigh of relief, assuming I was off the hook. Sure, my troupe will be dancing in that festival. But I didn't need to choreograph a solo. Until...

...today's mail came. In it, a letter announcing that I am scheduled to perform at the festival. Eek!

Wait, it gets better.

I was hoping for an early timeslot. Y'know, like around noon or so. The festival goes from 10 am - 10 pm, so I figured I'd be dancing in the morning and have a fairly small and inattentive audience.

Not so lucky. My dance time: 6:26 pm.

The "good" dancers, the ones people stick around to see, dance from around 4:30 - 10pm. AND I'M IN THAT TIMESLOT!

(cue expletives)

Guess I have to go figure out a choreography now. Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!