Journal ryanr's Journal: Poetry and Dance Festival 9
So, I feel like writing in my journal this evening. Aren't you lucky.
Saturday, I did something a little different. I went to a poetry and dance festival thing at the California Palace of the Legion of Honor in San Francisco. Not something I would normally have picked. Generally speaking, That Sort of Thing is Not My Bag, Baby. But I went because my wife was dancing. This is something she has taken up recently. She started with a belly dancing class, and has just kind of taken up with this dance troupe.
It's good for her, gets her out of the house a bit, it's in the evening mostly, so the schedule works out. And she has fun at it.
I had not had a chance to see her dance yet, so I drove in to see her. Naturally, I liked seeing her dance, I was proud. She did a good job.
I also kinda liked some of the other stuff as well. it was, as the name implies, mostly dance and poetry. About 4 hours worth, though it didn't seem quite that long. There were even a few occasions where I thought to myself "Hey look! Real beatniks!". Even those weren't unenjoyable.
Anyway, I was surprised that I had a decent time at said festival. That is all.
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So, did you see Maynard G. Krebs amongst the beatnicks?
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I think the most amusing was this one woman who looked like a cross between David Byrnes and Granny from The Beverly Hillbillies. Older, short woman, wearing a beret, and a huge suit with massive shoulder pads.
Wife says she was drinking backstage, and spilled vodka everywhere.
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Yeah, that's not Sheila then