under your skin feels like home
May. 2nd, 2006 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolYesterday actually went really rather well.
Simon's train was late, so it was pretty much a case of picking him up, going at the correct speed limit home, and then more or less saying "Hey! Look! Housemates! I have to run!" and zipping out of the door.
I zipped back back through the door about ten minutes later to pick up my make-up bag. Good start, all things considered.
Anyway, I made it, albeit vaguely late, and proceeded to slap on my own weight in make-up. For those who have never experienced his before, show make-up is not like normal make-up. To begin with, the foundation needs to be several shades darker than you are. Given that I am naturally a pale sort of girl, and all the tops I wear are low-cut, this is an interesting look and involves, amongst other things, blending in foundation around the back of my neck. I also managed to break my blendy bit of foundation, so I have to go out for that today. However, once you've made yourself up in enough ornage foundation to look like Barbie, you're not finished. First thing after that is a copious amount of eyeliner, with a little flick at the side so that it can be clearly seen. Blue eyeshadow is for preference, with lots of mascara so your eyelashes stick out. Once you're slapped all that on, you promptly ignore the advice that you have either bright eyes or bright lips, and only red lipstick will do. Alas, I have no lip-liner, but that's also pretty much required.
Once you're finished looking like Crackwhore Barbie, you then do your hair into something suitably dramatic with enough hairspray to destroy the ozone layer single-handedly.
Once all that was on, I realised I had too many piercings and made those who were coming in bring in plasters to cunningly hide them. They ended up being useless, but I had a go, at least. I did, basically, dive into the foyer, grab plasters, babble "THANK YOU WONDERFUL HUMANS" and then dive back again, becaue my make-up was glowing slightly amongst other things.
Back into the changing room which was, in fact, the bar of Venue 1, with a sticky floor and ugh. Me and Katie ate cheese balls and waited for the music start up, and listened to the songs that came before us through the muted conversation.
So, I patter around for a bit, practice a lot, and then throw on my hideous skirt and white top for the beginners ballet. I stuffed it up, which actually really annoyed me. I just went "EEEK" and my arms stopped working properly. I don't think it was too noticeable, but grrr. For those that are interested, the song used for it was out of Love Actually - you know the music-y bit when Colin Firth's character goes to Portugal? That bit. It's a lovely song, shame the dance goes terribly.
After that, I flung myself down the stairs and back into the main bar and threw on a mini-skirt, a black top and some tap shoes befor flinging myself back up the stairs in time for the next tap. This song, is, um, I have no idea. Half a second. *googles* Honky-Tonk Badonk Adonk by Tace Atkins. No, really. If you know it, then yes, we really did tap-dance to this. If you don't know it, think country. It's a bit of a pants concept: "WE ARE IN AN AMERICAN BAR Y'ALL YES THIS IS CHOREOGRAPHED BY AN OVERWEIGHT AMERICAN WOMAN WHO THOUGHT MINI SKIRTS WAS THE WAY FORWARD!" We only finished learning it yesterday because no one can do the timing for the last bit, but it sort of worked, on stage. At least, I didn't go wrong, and that's what counts. More importantly, I am in the middle of the front row at the end, and got to do my wee solo, and din't fall off stage or simply go "ARGH" and run away screaming. Go me!
Then there was nothing to do for a long time, so I went to the bar for the interval, and Alex greeted me. "I forgot you did this! You and your wee solo!" Seconds later, Simon plus Sarah and Kim emerged and carefully didn't mention the ballet, but were apparently having an entertaining time taking the piss. The first half is ropey. I won't deny it. They also laughed a lot at my Crackwhore Barbie look, but that's understandable.
I then abandoned them to the mercies of the bar and went through to re-apply make-up and don my lovely, lovely sarong for the final dance. I could hear the audience being more enthusiastic (trip to the bar, y'see) as I frantically tied and re-tied to make sure the bastarding thing didn't fall off. Due to copious amounts of dodgy skirts for my dancing experience, I did spend the entire thing with a pair of Primark boy-short underwear on over my tights which I could claim were hot pants if worst came to worst, but I didn't fancy that happening.
So, up I went again, and watched theinterpretative contemporary treatment of 'Roxanne' before leaping upon stage in my happy summer-y way. I have no idea what the song is called, but it summery and beachy, hence the sarong. It went very well, I think - although why do people standing in front of me always go wrong? Do I emanate an aura of fucking up? - and all in all yay.
Back to the changing room and threw on whatever I could find for the finale, which is to All That Jazz, and I basically come in in the middle, tap a little bit, bow, and then tap off the side of the audience.
Now, I mentioned "Sit on the right, me and Katie are there at the end," so I assumed they'd be towards the middle. Oh no. They were NEXT TO ME for this bit, which was slightly scary as I did the wee dance bit at the end and embarrassing position. Still, it got done.
And then it was all over but for the adreniline and driving home. This involved Simon in the front seat (put a diamond on my finger and you automatically override anyone else's right to the front seat, sorry) and Katie sitting on Sarah, Kim and Mohawk in the backseat. Mmm, illegal!
We sat around in the kitchen, while Katie and I laughed and laughed and laughed and shook and generally terrified the life out of all those around us whilst we more or less inhaled the leftover pasta. It's been years since I got on stage, and more ss for Katie. We did it, though, and didn't fall over or anything.
The adreniline wore off, and I went to bed, and slept with a warm body next to me, who said nice things about my dancing (all carefully omitting the ballet, heh) and had to leave far too early this morning due to a supevision at four. But that's okay, because he came, and was supportive, and in a cheesy way, it meant I got to wake up with him holding me, which is often what I miss the most. And I'm sad he's gone, because I always am, and it sucks that I now really can't see him until June, but my exams are over the next two weeks and his revision/exam hell kicks in pretty much as I finish because life is cruel, but that's okay too.
And that was my Bank Holiday. Now I have to go and eat lunch and go into town to pick up a new nose screw (mine broke last night!)and make-up. I only just woke up - having not slept properly for the last four days, I needed to just pass out.
[eta: this is very long. Tough.]
~Hathy_Col~
Simon's train was late, so it was pretty much a case of picking him up, going at the correct speed limit home, and then more or less saying "Hey! Look! Housemates! I have to run!" and zipping out of the door.
I zipped back back through the door about ten minutes later to pick up my make-up bag. Good start, all things considered.
Anyway, I made it, albeit vaguely late, and proceeded to slap on my own weight in make-up. For those who have never experienced his before, show make-up is not like normal make-up. To begin with, the foundation needs to be several shades darker than you are. Given that I am naturally a pale sort of girl, and all the tops I wear are low-cut, this is an interesting look and involves, amongst other things, blending in foundation around the back of my neck. I also managed to break my blendy bit of foundation, so I have to go out for that today. However, once you've made yourself up in enough ornage foundation to look like Barbie, you're not finished. First thing after that is a copious amount of eyeliner, with a little flick at the side so that it can be clearly seen. Blue eyeshadow is for preference, with lots of mascara so your eyelashes stick out. Once you're slapped all that on, you promptly ignore the advice that you have either bright eyes or bright lips, and only red lipstick will do. Alas, I have no lip-liner, but that's also pretty much required.
Once you're finished looking like Crackwhore Barbie, you then do your hair into something suitably dramatic with enough hairspray to destroy the ozone layer single-handedly.
Once all that was on, I realised I had too many piercings and made those who were coming in bring in plasters to cunningly hide them. They ended up being useless, but I had a go, at least. I did, basically, dive into the foyer, grab plasters, babble "THANK YOU WONDERFUL HUMANS" and then dive back again, becaue my make-up was glowing slightly amongst other things.
Back into the changing room which was, in fact, the bar of Venue 1, with a sticky floor and ugh. Me and Katie ate cheese balls and waited for the music start up, and listened to the songs that came before us through the muted conversation.
So, I patter around for a bit, practice a lot, and then throw on my hideous skirt and white top for the beginners ballet. I stuffed it up, which actually really annoyed me. I just went "EEEK" and my arms stopped working properly. I don't think it was too noticeable, but grrr. For those that are interested, the song used for it was out of Love Actually - you know the music-y bit when Colin Firth's character goes to Portugal? That bit. It's a lovely song, shame the dance goes terribly.
After that, I flung myself down the stairs and back into the main bar and threw on a mini-skirt, a black top and some tap shoes befor flinging myself back up the stairs in time for the next tap. This song, is, um, I have no idea. Half a second. *googles* Honky-Tonk Badonk Adonk by Tace Atkins. No, really. If you know it, then yes, we really did tap-dance to this. If you don't know it, think country. It's a bit of a pants concept: "WE ARE IN AN AMERICAN BAR Y'ALL YES THIS IS CHOREOGRAPHED BY AN OVERWEIGHT AMERICAN WOMAN WHO THOUGHT MINI SKIRTS WAS THE WAY FORWARD!" We only finished learning it yesterday because no one can do the timing for the last bit, but it sort of worked, on stage. At least, I didn't go wrong, and that's what counts. More importantly, I am in the middle of the front row at the end, and got to do my wee solo, and din't fall off stage or simply go "ARGH" and run away screaming. Go me!
Then there was nothing to do for a long time, so I went to the bar for the interval, and Alex greeted me. "I forgot you did this! You and your wee solo!" Seconds later, Simon plus Sarah and Kim emerged and carefully didn't mention the ballet, but were apparently having an entertaining time taking the piss. The first half is ropey. I won't deny it. They also laughed a lot at my Crackwhore Barbie look, but that's understandable.
I then abandoned them to the mercies of the bar and went through to re-apply make-up and don my lovely, lovely sarong for the final dance. I could hear the audience being more enthusiastic (trip to the bar, y'see) as I frantically tied and re-tied to make sure the bastarding thing didn't fall off. Due to copious amounts of dodgy skirts for my dancing experience, I did spend the entire thing with a pair of Primark boy-short underwear on over my tights which I could claim were hot pants if worst came to worst, but I didn't fancy that happening.
So, up I went again, and watched the
Back to the changing room and threw on whatever I could find for the finale, which is to All That Jazz, and I basically come in in the middle, tap a little bit, bow, and then tap off the side of the audience.
Now, I mentioned "Sit on the right, me and Katie are there at the end," so I assumed they'd be towards the middle. Oh no. They were NEXT TO ME for this bit, which was slightly scary as I did the wee dance bit at the end and embarrassing position. Still, it got done.
And then it was all over but for the adreniline and driving home. This involved Simon in the front seat (put a diamond on my finger and you automatically override anyone else's right to the front seat, sorry) and Katie sitting on Sarah, Kim and Mohawk in the backseat. Mmm, illegal!
We sat around in the kitchen, while Katie and I laughed and laughed and laughed and shook and generally terrified the life out of all those around us whilst we more or less inhaled the leftover pasta. It's been years since I got on stage, and more ss for Katie. We did it, though, and didn't fall over or anything.
The adreniline wore off, and I went to bed, and slept with a warm body next to me, who said nice things about my dancing (all carefully omitting the ballet, heh) and had to leave far too early this morning due to a supevision at four. But that's okay, because he came, and was supportive, and in a cheesy way, it meant I got to wake up with him holding me, which is often what I miss the most. And I'm sad he's gone, because I always am, and it sucks that I now really can't see him until June, but my exams are over the next two weeks and his revision/exam hell kicks in pretty much as I finish because life is cruel, but that's okay too.
And that was my Bank Holiday. Now I have to go and eat lunch and go into town to pick up a new nose screw (mine broke last night!)and make-up. I only just woke up - having not slept properly for the last four days, I needed to just pass out.
[eta: this is very long. Tough.]
~Hathy_Col~
