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[minervasolo]

It's 2AM! WTF am I still doing up? I swear, Dance Camp can't have screwed up my sleeping schedules that much. I was usually in bed by ten there anyway!

I still haven't done that dance camp post I promised myself. This seems to be my productive period (I even emailed my tutor about the magazine), so off we go!

Dance Camp is:
- a lot of ex-hippies and proto-hippies in a field
- like camping, but not quite
- ratatouille (though the closest we got this year is a certain pasta source, which is pretty unusual)
- erecting a damn fine kitchen out of bits of scrap wood and an old sink
- building a shelter from the rain that gets bigger with each shower and ends up covering a very large protion of the circle
- the caberet
- dressing up
- getting messy and staying messy
- cooking for thirty people in the pouring rain
- capoeira, playing with voice, cancan and bollywood
- doing three out of the four above on the first day and not being able to walk the next morning
- dancing solidly for over an hour in front of a huge bonfire, in the rain, to music provided by five african drums, an alto sax, a tenor sax, a french horn and two digeridoos, and loving every second of it
- (AKA) a sudden loss of selfconsciousness
- making friends with people I'd probably never have contact with in the normal world
- spontaneous crossdressing
- spontaneous dancing
- the two above combined, which was a bit scary and very funny (and probably had a few hours preparation, but it was Bazza in a boob tube and tiny skirt doing the dance of the seven five veils)
- open air showers (except they were proper showers this year, all metal and towed onto the field instead of built. ::pout::)
- realising this loss of self consciousness doesn't actually extend to (a) close friends and (b) blokes, especially teenaged ones when it comes to the showers
- being given a 'special cupcake', being warned to eat it slowly by a lot of adults who've had the same sort many times before because it's meant to be very powerful, wolfing it down and completely and utterly failing to get high



Dance Camp. Brilliant. Complete destress for ten days, independence, co-operation on all fronts, green living, and never being alone if you don't want to be (though if you do want to be it gets a bit harder). Some of the people who go are, yes, nutters, and to be fair I'm far to practical to appreciate the whole spiritual side of it, and the sharings (always hated those, but we were lucky to get a circle of knew people this year and avoided having any) and so on. I just like running around like a mad thing for a bit, and the fact that when it takes half an hour to boil water life slows down to a very manageable pace. I seem to have picked up a lot more confidence this year, which was great. I approached people I didn't know, I danced like a mad thing (I keep meaning to see what I looked like in the mirror here, but I haven't got around to it. It's nice to maintain the illusion that I looked cool, for once) and, well, I didn't quite wander around naked in the showers, but more so than I used to.

And I lost weight, which was cool. Now to keep it off. Pity the healthy diet's already crashed out of the window. I'll just have to keep up with the walking.

Since I've got back, mum and harry have already left, chloe and her boyfriend spent all day in bed together, I finally learnt the name of the guy I've known for years and even goes to York too, and I gave myself nasty blisters walking to gford and back, but had a very nice icecream.

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[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

Sorry to hear about the special cupcake. Special yogurt works better, possibly something to do with the cooking.

Dance camp sounds relaly great :)

[minervasolo.livejournal.com]

I felt sorry for my friend. She'd been offered one for paihting someone's arm, and she brought me one too so we wouldn't be alone. There she was, all woozy and so on, and at the very most I was cheerful. She ended up going to bed early, poor thing!