Of Bellies, Feet & Fall

Thursday brought us a classic Autumn morning. Rain-soaked cobblestones outside the apartment, and thick, languid clouds of deep rolling grey filling the sky with wet promise. Lynnhaven Parkway even lived up to the "park" moniker, as small gusts of wind blew streams of red, orange and ochre leaves across the street like fluttering confetti.

Love it. Too bad I had to work.

Wednesday night saw a small crowd of us at a Scotty Quixx "belly-dancing" theme night. Lounge/bar is done up in middle-eastern linens, cushions, and hookahs, and belly-dancers and costumed people parade their skills. I have to say that it was actually a lot better than I had imagined, with the dancers being talented and personable, and many people from the crowd getting into it. Music was also great, with a middle-eastern theme but a slightly more electronic-style remix, which the dancers knew very well, as illustrated by their perfectly timed hips and thumb-cymbals.

My favourite quote of the night goes to The Brad, while I was talking to him about his shiny new digital camera:

Me (shouting over the music): "How long does the flash go?"
Brad (shouting back): "A few seconds"
Me: "No. I mean in feet."
Brad : "Yeah. I love that they are wearing no shoes."