Last night, pre-performance, Liz, Tina, and I agreed that the great thing about a [mostly] chick band is the getting ready in the bathroom part. We zipped ourselves into boots and wiggled into skirts and applied what seemed like a pile of makeup (to 3 girls who are usually clean-faced). ¡Tango Mucha Labia! Portland tango dancers distributed wax lips and took photos. The host band won the contest, as expected (and they deserved it), but we were relatively happy with our own performance. The first of many! It's fun to play with good musicians. It's even more fun to play with good musicians who are also crazy cool.
I danced a couple of torturously sensual sets with J. (who arrived from Providence just in time for our set) and ran into a dear friend from San Francisco, (which means I'll be going back down to Boston tonight for dinner + girl time and more dancing). At the end of the evening, we managed to cram 5 people, gear, and 4 instruments (including Liz's double bass) into Mike's SUV and very cozily made the drive back to the Biddeford Park-n-Ride, where I took the Portland crew (singing old faves like "Stairway to Heaven" to keep ourselves awake) home to our beds. I walked in the door of my house an hour and a half before I needed to be up for school, went to bed, woke up with the alarm clock, and wisely called in sick.
Whew. Good times.