Very sweet treat on Sunday after langorous laziness in bed until ten and a long breakfast. S counted his quarters from jeans and jackets and found some dimes on his dresser, and when we went to the store he requested I walk with him around the corner "for a surprise." There, and I don't know when it got there, was a Baskin Robbins. It tickled me that he was so sneaky and so sticky sweet. I had a scoop of black cherries and he ate his espresso peanut-butter crunch or whatever it was. Perfect for the first day of June!

R & J came over last night to play with swirling skirts and noisy coin belts. We worked on choreography for the first quarter of the song. The easiest way to create a choreographed dance routine is to count each measure of the music and determine which motion fits within the phrase. Not exactly as easy as it sounds... we eventually enlisted S to help us, and during the music we would call out the name of the move. We had all had a glass of wine, and S had had a few more than that, so this morning when I looked at the legal pad he used to record the words we said it looked something like this:

snakey intro with cross step
J turkish shimmy in place R & M hip drop side
8 to front
spinny cross shoulder shimmy
line up snake arms
maya out turn to left
dangling 8
undulate

At some point after dinner, after J left, I had used the same page as a doodle pad, drew a stick bull taking a crap on a stick man's head. Don't ask.

I also recall R tossing me S's PSEA cap & she grabbed his fishing hat & we goofed it up good to a Brazilian bellydance cd she brought. We decided to add a short drum solo to the choreography, & she's been dying to work with a particular song. Halfway through the music, a scratchy deep-voiced man says, "Aruga la camisa!" (sp! apologies--no habla espanol!) which means, according to R, "wrinkle up your shirt!" Also, about ten measures from the end of the song, the music stops & the same voice laughs, "Hah! Hah! Hah!"

Very silly.