June 14th, 2006
The secretary at the Universita’ has contacted me to let me know that she has received my application and money and that she will send me the enrollment stuff as soon as possible. I was pleasantly surprised that she took the initiative to tell me. It helps that I have a very Italian full name, and that I originally wrote to her in the most formal Italian I could muster up.
Other than that, what a busy month.
This week. I have dress rehearsals almost every evening for Saturday’s Billion Belly March in the Fremont Solstice Parade, and on top of THAT, on Friday and Saturday nights I have tango performances at the BAs Grill. Sunday I’m going to sleep all day.
I’m moving out of my apartment at the end of the month to stay with my friend Kimberly until I leave so I can save more money. When I’m not dancing I’m sorting through things, donating things, selling things (see the post entitled “Chucking the Crap”), cleaning things up.
All summer I will have singing gigs with the band Loose Change (on Vashon Island), and probably more Tango gigs. (Both translate to $ for me, which will go to my Italy life).
I’m trying to sell my computer, and I’m making the switch to a laptop since that will be slightly easier to bring to Italia with me.
A foolish person on craigslist tried to pull a scam to get me to send my computer to some place in Nigeria, long story, but luckily I’m an intelligent being who does not fall for such things, so I caught it and said “Thanks but NO THANKS!” Ick, just the thought of it makes the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It was kind of like being groped on the subway (Seattle doesn’t even have a subway, and I’ve never been groped on a subway, but I imagine the feeling of violation would be similar.)
So, I’m having a local auction company sell it for me. I do not even want to deal with it anymore, and I also want to support a local non-profit business. They’ve had excellent write-ups in the Times, and they are right by my apartment. Perfect!
It just dawned on me that I don’t have my own special niche in the Tango community in Perugia like I do in Seattle, and it will be like starting from scratch. Boohoo. But at least I’ll still dance.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to do the “money dance” – which entails putting on one of my coin scarves and shimmying, causing the noisy jingling coins to attract great riches so I can live in Italy comfortably. (shimmy shimmy shimmy, jingle jingle jingle, O MONEY, GIMEE SOME….)