Yellow Belly Bash….?!
Some Words of Thanks
By Claire
What an odd week. On Tuesday I’d arrived at work and announced to my colleagues…
“OMG, I’m in such a panic”
“Why’s that? Are you worried about not meeting the end of the month’s deliverables for the new factory?”
“Huh? Nooooo! Something far more important!! My coins haven’t turned up for me to finish my tribal Bra and I will be dancing with one bare cup on Saturday at this rate!” Added to the fact I’d got sunburned, I was certain people would be more dazzled by my impression of a beacon rather than my dancing.
We had known about the Yellow Belly bash for ages, but it had dawned on me that we weren’t really organised for it. It was the Wednesday before and we hadn’t finished our dance, we all had costume issues and had anyone seen the running order? Did someone order tickets? Does anyone know what’s going on?
HELP !!!!!
Saturday arrives, and I have a mental list of things I need to do for the day; washing, cleaning, getting costumes together, that sort of thing…Nigel on the other hand, is grumpy and starting all sorts of random jobs and tasks that I didn’t think needed doing “at that minute”…and why does the phone never stop ringing!
We arrive, late again, at the Unison Club with Tribe in tow. We briefly say “Hi” to Mark and it seems rather quiet, but we head down to the cellar bar anyway. I bump into Di, and spot some familiar faces, and then it starts to dawn…hang on, there’s my friend from Barnsley, and why are my work colleagues here? And there are balloons!
Now, it had been my birthday the previous Sunday, and it wasn’t a significant number (not quite the big four-oh just yet) so I certainly wasn’t expecting a surprise birthday party or indeed a Happy Hafla!
I’d been had!! It wasn’t the Yellow Belly Bash at all, but the result of “Team Secret Squirrel” led by my hubby Nigel and his fellow conspirators; Barb, Di, Sarah and Mark. (And to think I’d been joining in on the Forum about it on LBD and awaiting updates!) What a wonderful evening. The dancing, the decorations, the company, the friends. A brilliant combination, and as one of my friends described it “a spot on refreshing do!”
This leads me to some heartfelt thanks. To all friends and family who came along; Many thanks for your company, your cards and presents, not to mention letting me bore the pants off you when I go on about this slight obsession I have about belly dancing! To Mark and Connie Hurd, a wonderful couple who deserve a round of applause for putting me off the scent with the Yellow Belly Bash decoy and helping with the planning and decorations. To all the dancers who performed - Tanya & Jean, Fay & Lorraine, Kathy, Pink Nicky, Connie & Emily; I know just how much effort goes in to preparing and feel privileged that you helped to provide such an entertaining and varied show for my friends and family. To Diane’s Mum, Diana, for making the fantastic (and yummy) cakewhich has all gone (booh). To Barbara, Diane and Sarah; three very special ladies who somehow were convinced to become undercover agents and pulled it off very well! Thank you for all your efforts, thank you for your friendship and thank you for keeping my sanity via our dancing. To Nigel, my husband, (and also Barbs dancing partner!); whenever I have been to a hafla or have danced, Nigel notices the difference in me. It lifts the spirit and is good for the soul; it spreads good vibes and seeks out your inner Goddess. Thank you Nigel, for all you have done to help me discover mine.
Some Words of Thanks
By Claire
What an odd week. On Tuesday I’d arrived at work and announced to my colleagues…
“OMG, I’m in such a panic”
“Why’s that? Are you worried about not meeting the end of the month’s deliverables for the new factory?”
“Huh? Nooooo! Something far more important!! My coins haven’t turned up for me to finish my tribal Bra and I will be dancing with one bare cup on Saturday at this rate!” Added to the fact I’d got sunburned, I was certain people would be more dazzled by my impression of a beacon rather than my dancing.
We had known about the Yellow Belly bash for ages, but it had dawned on me that we weren’t really organised for it. It was the Wednesday before and we hadn’t finished our dance, we all had costume issues and had anyone seen the running order? Did someone order tickets? Does anyone know what’s going on?
HELP !!!!!
Saturday arrives, and I have a mental list of things I need to do for the day; washing, cleaning, getting costumes together, that sort of thing…Nigel on the other hand, is grumpy and starting all sorts of random jobs and tasks that I didn’t think needed doing “at that minute”…and why does the phone never stop ringing!
We arrive, late again, at the Unison Club with Tribe in tow. We briefly say “Hi” to Mark and it seems rather quiet, but we head down to the cellar bar anyway. I bump into Di, and spot some familiar faces, and then it starts to dawn…hang on, there’s my friend from Barnsley, and why are my work colleagues here? And there are balloons!
Now, it had been my birthday the previous Sunday, and it wasn’t a significant number (not quite the big four-oh just yet) so I certainly wasn’t expecting a surprise birthday party or indeed a Happy Hafla!
I’d been had!! It wasn’t the Yellow Belly Bash at all, but the result of “Team Secret Squirrel” led by my hubby Nigel and his fellow conspirators; Barb, Di, Sarah and Mark. (And to think I’d been joining in on the Forum about it on LBD and awaiting updates!) What a wonderful evening. The dancing, the decorations, the company, the friends. A brilliant combination, and as one of my friends described it “a spot on refreshing do!”
This leads me to some heartfelt thanks. To all friends and family who came along; Many thanks for your company, your cards and presents, not to mention letting me bore the pants off you when I go on about this slight obsession I have about belly dancing! To Mark and Connie Hurd, a wonderful couple who deserve a round of applause for putting me off the scent with the Yellow Belly Bash decoy and helping with the planning and decorations. To all the dancers who performed - Tanya & Jean, Fay & Lorraine, Kathy, Pink Nicky, Connie & Emily; I know just how much effort goes in to preparing and feel privileged that you helped to provide such an entertaining and varied show for my friends and family. To Diane’s Mum, Diana, for making the fantastic (and yummy) cakewhich has all gone (booh). To Barbara, Diane and Sarah; three very special ladies who somehow were convinced to become undercover agents and pulled it off very well! Thank you for all your efforts, thank you for your friendship and thank you for keeping my sanity via our dancing. To Nigel, my husband, (and also Barbs dancing partner!); whenever I have been to a hafla or have danced, Nigel notices the difference in me. It lifts the spirit and is good for the soul; it spreads good vibes and seeks out your inner Goddess. Thank you Nigel, for all you have done to help me discover mine.