Frustration and the "V"

I have been terribly frustrated for three days now. Why, you may ask. Well, I'll tell you. I have gobs of fabulous pictures - of Cabaret and of Zachary - that I need to download to the computer, but I cannot find the damn camera cord! Oh, I know I could buy a new one, but really! If you are familiar with my previous blog, "And the Southern Cross", you are aware of my camera foibles. Therefore I should have at least three of the stupid cords around here somewhere. I will find one of them, even if it kills me.

On a different topic, some friends and I went to see "The Vagina Monologues" last night. It was fantastic. I went with several of the girls in my belly dance troupe, and it was the ultimate girls night. The girlfest continued today - I taught my monthly Saturday class, which we call "Belly Dance Boot Camp" and afterwards we all went to a nearby Irish pub to hear a bagpipe band and drink green beer. The boot camp, an obvious play on words in this military town, is a circuit training class with higher intensity belly dance moves. We all worked our butts off today, so green beer was definitely in order. And in a wonderfully surprising turn of events the owner of the Irish Pub wants me to call him to discuss booking my belly dance troupe there! Oh, the power of the "V"