lesson learned last night:

[swingchickie]

sex dwarf and hooping do not mix.

southstman was a doll for letting me bring dhpdesign's hoop and one of my own to try them out on the dance floor... the plan was to play with them until the dance floor started to get crowded, then he'd hold them in the DJ booth for us. i got a few minutes of dance time in right after the club opened, it was just me and dhpdesign in one corner of the floor and a couple all the way across the dance floor. plenty of room.

except when i started really getting into dancing, somehow during "halo" (the easiest move in hooping) it flew out of my hand and shot like a giant frisbee right in the direction of that other couple, sliding to a stop right next to them. *smacking forehead* i felt like such a tool.

needless to say, i apologized, scooped up my hoop, and didn't use it again for the rest of the night. so, the takeaway from this is: if you're hooping indoors with even one other person around, no off-body stuff.

and i don't think the documentary crew were there at that point, so i at least won't have to worry about that being captured on camera.

oh -- the rest of sex dwarf? freaking phenomenal. the "puppet karaoke" puppets sang up in the balcony, a Divine impersonator performed at midnight, and the music was so good i actually lasted until after 1am! walking home with the hoop was quite an experience, though -- south street was crowded, and everyone wanted to know what the hoop was for. "izzat a hula hoop?" "hey! can i see it?" "i'll giveyoo fi' dawlliz if you do it right here!" hee.

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2lbs, travels FAST, not a kitten

[ms-violet.livejournal.com]

There has to be a statistical correlation between the presence of objects in the area that need to not be hit with a hula hoop and the actuality of said objects being hit. Por ejemplo: If I'm out in the driveway with nooobody watching, I can go from halo back down to my chest & waist a hundred times with no problems at all, to the point that it gets boring. Yesterday, with an audience, I couldn't do it once without rocketing the damn thing off laterally in any direction, and I nailed Vince's dad's car once.

and the snickering eye-rollers? They're just jealous.