A p(art)y with a belly dancer.

I went to a party/ art show at this girl's house in Alexandria earlier this year (this is the same girl that helped us with the art stuff at the film "festival" some of you may remember). The "party" was pretty standard (this was my third or fourth time going to one of these) and the only art I hadn't seen before was tucked away on some lame wall near the pantry... So I was pretty much just hanging out on the back porch conversing with (/trying not to laugh at) this guy dressed in the fashion of the industrial revolution who was telling me that he was learning to play the accordian. I was mostly watching other people play disc golf between fits of wondering where accordian man got all of his ideas (uniqueness).

Anyway, there was live entertainment at this one. The first act was a band called "Brainfang" which featured David Cotton, and Patrick Williams from the kiddy music band Rocknocerous and this friendly character / upright bass master named Tom Bernath (playing upright bass) and they did original songs I had heard before and uhhhh, a couple (like 4?) talking heads covers that were fun... Anyway, they handed out plastic egg maracas, twas a blast. Things went a little downhill after that though, because apparently the chica having the party is friends with a belly dancer. So there was this 23-ish girl dressed in silk wrap things belly dancing to digital sounding "traditional" music and all I could think about the entire time was how weird her belly looked, and, more disturbingly, where two of her front teeth went. I seriously don't have a problem (philisophically speaking) with someone who has a missing tooth or two, but I just couldn't stop thinking about some long ago boyfriend knocking her tooth out (in a fit of jealous rage) mid-performance in the middle of a hooka bar somewhere. How did she get mixed up with a guy like that? What kind of dude beats up his girlfriend for belly dancing? The kind that still listen to Limp Bizkit? Like I said she working her jelly for like 20-40 minutes (possibly 3 hours) and all I could concentrate on was the 7 millimeter trust gap in some past relationship of hers (which could actually just have been an icy staircase).

On the way out of this party some drunk associate of mine asked me where I'd been for the last few months, what I'd "been up too man" and if I was still keeping off the heroin.

That night I did all my drinking as a passenger on 495 while my friends were driving me home.