cardiodancing and the mini party

let me just start off by saying, i was watching that show 30 Days and then episode was about binge drinking. the mom was going to binge drink for 30 days to show to her binge-drinking-college-daughter how debilitating it is. by the way, they define binge drinking as drinking 4 or more drinks in a 2 hour period.

uh, that sounds like my typical night out.

on friday jojo and i rallied and went cardiodancing. we invented cardiodancing as a way to keep up with our gym routine on the weekend. we'll go to a club and dance for 2-3 hours straight. friday we went to Badlands to prep (where the bartender bought us a shot of Sour Apple Pucker. i think they should call it sour apple puker. hahaha! then we moved to the Cafe to get our cardiodancing on. the club was pretty empty at around 10:30, but that's perfect because then we have lots of room to show off our moves and warm up. the floor filled pretty fast and the burning of the lunch calories began.

now, i enjoy dancing at gay men's dance clubs and i really don't mind being pushed around like a piece of furniture because i am there to dance. not get hit on. needless to say, i found myself in the middle of a man sandwich several times through-out the night and pleaded to the closest gay boy to me to be saved. at one point as i was being bucked back and forth between these two men i just looked at one of them and said, aren't you supposed to be gay? stop!

afterwards we went to the bagdad cafe to replenish and i had a yummy turkey club.
cardiodancing photos are here.

saturday i laid on my couch the whole day and watched some silly movies such as Daddy Day Care. it wasn't half bad! i finally rallied and got off the couch to go and buy some brownie mix and limes for willo's party later that night. i got to willo's a little bit before 7pm and helped her get things ready. peeps started to arrive, the margarita's were flowing and the taco bar was ready to go! eight hours later i was passed out on willo's bed. hahaha! lucky for me i got to stay over.

there were so many great people there last night. i really enjoyed talking to taylor (who is an amazing artist!) for awhile now i have been "procrastinating" in making some more bags and trying to sell them. i start to get really anxious about my designs and what i am doing and how they probably aren't as great as someone elses bags. and i think it was darren who said it, but holy crap! there is something called "fear of success." i think that is what i have!

Fear of success is the:
Fear that you will accomplish all that you set out to, but that you still won't be happy, content, or satisfied once you reach your goal.
Belief that you are undeserving of all the good things and recognition that come your way as a result of your accomplishments and successes.
Opposite of fear of failure, in that fear of failure is the fear of making mistakes and losing approval. Fear of success is the fear of accomplishment and being recognized and honored.
Lack of belief in your own ability to sustain your progress, and the accomplishments you have achieved in your life.
Fear that your accomplishments can self-destruct at anytime.
Belief that no matter how much you are able to achieve or accomplish, it will never be enough to sustain success.
Belief that there are others out there who are better than you, who will replace or displace you if you do not maintain your performance record.
Belief that success is an end in itself; yet that end is not enough to sustain your interest and/or commitment.
Fear that once you have achieved the goals you have worked diligently for, the motivation to continue will fade.
Fear that you will find no happiness in your accomplishments; that you will be perpetually dissatisfied with life.

but with talking to taylor and darren, it seems that everyone gets it! and at that point i was like, fear of success is stupid! i am so getting my ass in gear! (uh as soon as i am no longer hungover) i really don't want to go back to a job and feel like i didn't do all i could do during my time off. that i wasted it. (tho i have also heard from some people that no matter how much you do, you always feel like you coulda done more when you are back sitting at a desk).

so if you see me ask me how many bags i made that week. hopefully if enough people ask me i'll start to feel guilty. heh.

photos of willo's party are here.