Headed home to the Cubs-invested Northside, stopped off at Target (in for a penny, in for a pound) and came home with an utterly domestic haul: candles, napkins, griddle, casserole and loaf pans, and cleaning gear. Disgusting, I tell you. Then off to the Fast Forward Film Festival to be surprised. I dragged Ash along with me, but the rest of the crew didn't brave the deluge attacking Chicago that night. I was lucky enough to have a car; the FFFF is over by the United Center, and I really don't enjoy wandering the Industrial/Crack zone after dark. At the fest, I ran into some friends who had submitted a film! It was quite exciting to know a group who was involved, and even more fun to know them once they were crowned the winners. Yay team #14! I will forever cherish my hiccups.

Sunday I could not find it in me to do anything, so I sat on the couch after church and read the paper and idly flipped the 4000 channels we currently have. I finally saw the entire thing of Satin Rouge which has little to do with Moulin Rouge apart from the baring costumes and the dancing. I've been catching parts of it for weeks, and now I really want to take up Belly Dancing again. I love that kind of music, it's just so...compelling. It's like good techno, where it gets inside of you and you can't help but move because you *are* the music.