IKEA and dance drama

When someone says, "Wow, you look fabulous! You've lost weight!" it makes me smile...initially. Then I start wondering if they thought I was fat and awful looking before. Le sigh. I shouldn't think so much.

Richard and I ventured to Atlantic Station last night with a couple of his friends, and we visited the Swedish embassy. I mean IKEA. What a fabulously Jenn place! It's perfectly organized, and all the model rooms are so pristine. Plus the whole store smells like fresh-baked cinnamon rolls thanks to the cafe. After Richard said, "Hey, I'm a guy. I'm just here to carry and pay for things," I decided we were going straight to Vegas, baby. So we set about choosing our Swedish furnishings for our first home. Hehehe. We plan to go back some weekend soon so I really can finish decorating his apartment.

I'm concerned about some possible drama surrounding the inception of RomaRaqs. Renee and I sort of accidentally skipped the unofficial mini rehearsal for the Irish Cellar show and ended up sitting in the parking lot talking through it all. We're on the same page about everything, and we agreed to continue as planned but to really focus on the Atlanta market so as to (hopefully) avoid any unpleasant confrontations here in town. But if it happens, it happens. We're not going to wave it under anyone's nose, but we're also not going to turn down gigs or refuse to promote ourselves. Maybe we're being paranoid and nothing will come of the negative vibes at all.