The DJ was thrilled when I handed him my music. "Razed in Black!?" he said excited. Apparently, for all his conservative lookingness, he is another closet goth. And in spite of being nervous and not making enough eye contact with the crowd, I still blew the crowd away. No one was expecting one of the amateurs to get up there and put on a flipping, spinning, hand standing type pole show. And I was worried that I was one of the only people not stripping down to a thong (I went down to a bra type top and pretty black boxer/briefs). No one cared, they were too busy hooting and hollering over my pole work. Yay! Good to know you don't have to get naked to be sexy.
After the show I found myself being treated like a queen. And who doesn't want to share what they love with those around them and be appreciated for it? It's the most wonderful feeling. And a few girls asked for my card so they can take my classes, so it turned out to be a good networking night as well.
In other news, I'm happy with the new hair cut. I balked at paying $50 for a hair cut (plus I tipped her $5). But it was worth it. The mistake the last hair stylist made can't really be fixed (she kind butchered one spot) but my new gal did an excellent job of blending it in with the rest of my hair so you don't notice it. And her layering helped bring out my curl nicely. She's got my vote of confidence from now on.