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[galadhir]

Went to my first hafla at the weekend. I'd booked myself into a sword dance workshop during the day and then was planning to take part in a choreography put on by my fellow learners of my belly dance school during the evening show.

So I turned up in gym clothes, with a bag full of black-and-gold outfit for the dance to Ghib An Anynayya fully intent on doing an hour and a half workshop, going home for a rest, and then performing my first ever public dance since starting bellydance for the first time about six months ago.

But then the sword dance workshop went on two and a half hours and assumed that you would get up and show what you had learned for the second dance of the public performances in the theatre. And I had loved doing the sword dance so much I was like 'why not!'

"Everyone in black and silver please!" comes the call, so I rush home at half five (it takes half an hour to drive home) ; frantically look for anything black and silver; don't have anything because I haven't been dancing long enough to have a stash; find a grey shrug and cut up the charcoal lining material I have left over from making my winter coat; devour a fried egg and put the chips in a pot so I can eat them on the journey back, and am back in time to get in the line up to go on at 7pm.