Aislinn the Albino Bean

Belly dancers do it better.
Pensé que le daría inicio a este post platicándoles de Coachella, pero como que ya me tarde mucho con ese relato, así que mejor les pongo unas fotos.

Miss Kenia and me in the dance tent

A little refreshment was in order

Matisyahu I love you!

The Go TeamScissor Sisters

Ok, moving on.

Chingaaaa… que hueva me da postear ya… y eso que han pasado tantas cosas en mi vida, pero estoy muy ocupada viviéndolas, as opposed to just thinking about doing it and posting it as fact…hey, you guys don’t know, I might not even exist. Lately I sure feel that way. Bad choices, old drama, no need to spell it out.
I’m kinda lonely, but dance is my mistress. I have embraced my inner belly dancer. I had my first show on the 7th of this month. It went well, nothing popped out at inappropriate moments, and I didn’t fuck it up… and in the words of my friend Sergio: “I’ve been known to”.
I was thinking about posting a picture of it, but there are too many haters out there, and I’m still trying to get used to the whole skimpy costume thing, so ya’ll are just gonna have to wait for that one, but don’t hold your breath.

I have other shows coming up, but the big one is on the 25th… aquí en el rancho, y me cae que la estoy sudando. La primera vez que baile no hubo tanto pedo, porque no había tanta gente y me pude relajar (without alcohol, thank you!). I’m going to approach the up coming show the same way I approach everything else.. shitfaced drunk, and just hope it comes out ok.


Kidding!!!
I’m totally rehearsing everyday and training and shit. We have a tight knit little group too… there’s only four of us but we are very close, so we seem to be riding the same wave, and I like it.

Oh and a little update on Internet Boytoy… pues que puedo decir… Amor de Lejos. Ni pedo.

So this little beaner is flying solo, as usual. I think I’m going to just give up and get my first cat.