What am I not going to do the next time I go to a belly dance exhibition?
I am going to not not charge my camera.
I am going to not show up with too little memory.
I am going to not set my camera for high light situations.
I am going to not take too a long, accidentally sideways video and waste my memory.
I am not going to come home and find that 99% of the pictures I did manage to take were blurry.
Matt and I went to Fat Chance Belly Dance tonight and saw five acts of incredible dancing, and all I got was one good picture. I’m so peeved.
The costumes, jewelry, and hair were incredible and beautiful. There was an improv group, a woman who danced with a scarf, and a woman who did a modern interpretation of bellydance and looked like she also must dance ballet. She was so incredibly graceful I could have watched her hands for an hour. Video? Nope. Picture? Not one.
There was an act with two women, one on a drum and one dancing with finger cymbals, no music, just rhythm. Pictures? Sure. Here you go!