Put on my favourite performance CD of 20 minutes of modern Arabic music. Undulations get me to the bathroom where a package of temporary hair colour awaits my attention. Wet hair while undulating (my favourite this to practice), apply colourant. But, what's that? My favourite drum solo! Splat, colourant hits ceramic floor (I'll wipe that up in a minute) but I keep dancing. 10 minutes of dancing naked in the bathroom while colourant percolates on my head. Into the shower (can't hear the music, darnit). Out of the shower, dry off while dancing. Music ends, wrap towel around myself, run out to livingroom, start another performance CD (20 minutes of traditional music), back to the bathroom and dressing area. Towel dry hair. Dress (difficult while shimmying) and get ready to run. Turn off music, go down the street to the hair salon for a cut, Lebanese hair dresser, Chuck, wants to see a sample of my latest moves. He is told that free haircut will get him a free 5 minute performance. He takes a pass. HaHaHa! No freebies here. I've told him often that if he hires me for a party he'll see my dancing ;-D When he's not looking I show a couple of moves to the 2 girls who work for him. They love it and plan to sign up for a class.

Back home.

There's no help for us. Give in and enjoy the insanity.

hahahhaha love it!

You know, we're not insane... it's the REST of the world that's crazy 0_0

Hmm... I will post my dance narration as well in juuussttt a bit... right now I must wiggle to the music I just put on ;)