The best part of my bellydancing class tonight was:
a. listening to the instructor go on about the corruption of classical belly dancing by Belly Dancers These Days (also, The Goddess, but this is another discussion)
b. watching the class expert dance with a sword on her head
c. learning about this:
new goal for 2011?
dancing with wacky props, some possibly on fire, on my head? If that isn't theater, tell me what is.