Vive La France

There are private experiences that a girl has that she never tells anyone. There are other private experiences that a girl has that are too good to keep to herself. This will be one of those posts…….
It was the Spring of 2010. Bellydance had given way to the scandalous world of pole. New sights and sounds were captivating me and a new lifestyle held me in its arms. Hip scarves, coins, and glitter, had been traded in for heels, skin, and lots of naughtiness. It was great and exactly what a repressed Lady needed to allow the abundance of her sacral chakra to manifest. That is my attempt at being subtle. Allow me to be direct: pole turned me into a Lady on the prowl.
Easter Sunday was when I received the call. An artist friend wanted me to assist him with a project. He wanted to created a brotherhood circle with a new artist in town from France. He wanted people to be able to go back and forth between the two galleries and enjoy culture: art, music, dance, food, wine. Life at its finest. Within days, I visited his gallery to get a feel for the entertainment space. I was soon taken to the gallery of the visiting artist from France.
The meeting must have caused quite a sensation amongst sensitive people. My friend told me prior to entering the gallery that I should do something that called upon Egypt of yesteryear. As my feet carried me into the all white gallery, my eyes turned to the left and there was a painting of a harpist in the court of a pharaoh. What are the chances….
After admiring the artwork, I followed the sounds of Creole and French. Apparently, the artists were having a conversation. As my eyes took in the sight of the gorgeous piece of chocolate from France, strange things began to happen. Lots of blinking was necessary because a large white light was surrounding him. I felt calm and happy at the same time. We did not exchange a lot of words because neither of us knew what to say. I had to step away for a moment to take in everything that had transpired. Who was this gorgeous foreigner and how did I end up in his presence? I was the person that was going to arrange the entertainment between both galleries?! How did I get this lucky. He immediately invited me to have a drink with him. All of us ended up in the previous gallery dancing and making general merriment well into the night. It was official. The art world had swallowed me whole.
Gallery night soon appeared. One by one all of the dancers that had been confirmed vanished for one reason or another. The entire performance segment fell onto my shoulders. With my cd in tow, I danced to my own music. It was a surreal experience for me. It was a lovely evening. People gazed upon the art with sheer admiration. Wine was poured and laughter was everywhere. As my night came to a close, I found myself in the arms of the handsome Frenchman who had captivated my attention only days before.
It was necessary for me to go home as a pole class was on my schedule for the next day. I packed the harp and left.
The next day, the handsome Frenchman invited me to visit him at his gallery. I politely declined because of pole class when it hit me. There was a very strong attraction happening between us. He was leaving for France in a matter of days, and I probably would never see him again. It would be okay for me to visit him for a nice friendly chat. Perhaps he woulds serve tea and crumpets. I decided to stop by his gallery prior to pole class in the Grove.
My hair was perfect. My outfit was also quite nice. I waltzed up to the gallery and knocked on the door. He unlocked it and allowed me to enter. I asked him if we were alone. He responded yes. There was not a lot of conversation after that. All I can say is that for the next three days, we were inseparable. Before he boarded the plane to return to France, he thanked me for a wonderful visit. I thanked him for the memory of a lifetime. This is the reason that I will always have a special place in my heart for the country of France.

My Coffee Moment

Every woman should have lunch with a rather handsome man at least once in her life. He should be the type of handsome that causes disruptions in public. It does not matter if he is a love interest or a shopping buddy. He should have a smile that overshadows the sun, and an hora that shouts, “I AM ANGELIC”. His body should be more durable than the Grand Canyon with pecs that give cleavage a run for the money. It was my good fortune to have lunch with such an individual yesterday, and it was such a treat.
After the delicious lunch was consumed, Starbucks was graced with our presence. Specific instructions were given for the custom made coffee that he ordered. This moment stayed with me. Why? After having access to Pilon coffee in my home, Starbucks coffee simply did not cut it anymore. This has been somewhat of a problem. Tea is not cool to have while at Starbucks; it is a coffee house, not a tea room. All of the fluffy high calorie intake coffee selections do not always appeal to me, especially since I plan on eating three meals a day. One cup of those things can sky rocket your daily intake of sugar.
This moment returned to me as I approached the happy barista this morning. I simply wanted a regular cup of coffee with cream, two sugars, and whipped cream on top. I asked if something of this nature was possible? I also wanted it in a mug. My car is having an oil change and it is customary for me to wait in the neighboring Starbucks. Not only was this request possible, it tasted good. I have been sitting here happily using my laptop and blogging from Starbucks with my custom made coffee in a mug. This is a highlight for my Spring Break. Ah yes, the Dominican Republic you say?
My plans to travel during this time were pushed back perhaps to the Summer. I will have more time to skip around the world and perhaps explore undiscovered treasures. For now, my days are spent taking various exercise classes including yoga and bellydance while eating salad and sipping lemon water. This break has given me the opportunity to take a look at my diet and how it has contributed to my overall health. In a nutshell, it needs daily attention and a serious overhaul. Instead of rolls with dinner while out, I have requested garlic spinach. It should also be announced that I cook more often than eating out or at least someone will cook for me.
All in all, I can say Happy Spring from the Piscean that has welcomed a new life cycle at the 38th year mark.


The last time that I visited an ENT was years ago. When the time came for me to visit one again, I needed one close to my home. After selecting one from my insurance site, an appointment was made with the one that was first available within the practice. While having my pressure taken in the patient room, I heard this loud booming male voice banging the walls next door. I asked if that was the doctor talking in the next room; it was. When he came in, his handsome face took me by surprise. He had a very big strong voice. He asked me if I thought my hearing was good. I responded that it was quite good, and that I was complaining about his voice prior to his entrance. A lovely smile crossed his beautiful face with the words, “I have been told that before”.
The conclusion of the visit was that professional ear buds will be made for me. A return visit is required for my fitting. I do not know how this makes me feel. What I do know is that everyone should visit an ENT at some point or another, if only for the sight to behold factor.