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March 19, 2005
Hootchy-Kootchy Raks Sharki
There is just something about belly dancers that I can't really explain. Simply, they are UN-FREAKING-BELIEVABLY hypnotic. More so to me than your average person. You know.. hip-hip, shaky-shaky hip-hip... hip-shake, hip-shake, shaky-shaky hip-hip...
Everytime I go to such a place (which is not very often... really), I could somehow imagine the devil himself appearing every second or so in the dark background, horned, with all of its red glistening skin glory, smiling in the shadows. The belly dancer would have the same powers as Lady Sylvia in Lair of the White Worm. The place, wherever it is, would have aura of the TT Twister inn in "From Dusk Till Dawn". Do I turn myself away from such places? Did the people in Lair of the White Worm and the TT Twister go to their homes and watch reruns of Seinfeld when the party's just begun? I didn't think so.
In a restaurant in Jersey tonight, while celebrating a birthday, again my guard went down to its minimum, my mind busy computing non-sensical thoughts, my body in a state of stupor. After coaxing friends around the table to take turns to dance with her, the belly dancer turned to me. Pressured by all those thoughts and the memory of a time when I completely froze in a similar situation 3 years ago, I was hypnotised into getting up. I had such high hopes of moving to the tune of the furious drum beats. And I told myself I could do this; I reminded myself that I didn't have model looks and was always skint as a student but I nevertheless had my share of luck, ergo, I had game. BUT NOOOO!!!! It appeared that my dance was UNIQUE and SPECIAL. I prayed for James Brown's legs, but it was way too late... and apparently, my soul was sold the moment I stepped into the place.
After much more music and dance, the night finally came to an end, my soul was returned with the check, and we drank for long-life, health, happiness and ever-flexible hips.
N, if you're reading this, I tell ya, I have to be exposed to these devil things more often - you should understand... I need it to up my defences.
Posted by quickness at March 19, 2005 03:22 AM
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