US Pole Dance Championship highlights
I meant to post this weeks ago, but here you go… highlights from the 2009 US Pole Dance Championship, held March 15 in New York City. These ladies are truly phenomenal. I hope that one day with enough practice, I’ll have the strength and control to do some of the AMAZING tricks shown in this video.
Tuesday stuff (yet another in a long tradition of non-SEO-friendly titles)
This weekend I saw the movie Milk, commemorating the life of Harvey Milk. It was excellent all around; however there were two things that really stood out to me.
At one point Harvey Milk is talking to Dan White, who showed up at a party drunk. White says something like, “You’ve got an issue!” and Milk replies, with restrained hostility, “This isn’t an issue; this is our lives.” (I’m paraphrasing here; I can’t remember the verbatim quote.)
I was so, so, so glad to hear that sentiment expressed in the movie. it’s something I’ve written about before; but I really don’t think it can be stressed too much, and I also think it’s something that some people just don’t get. (And guess what that is? Ding ding – privilege!) Also, unfortunately sometimes the people who are marginalized and who have their lives cast as “issues” end up adopting the same rhetoric in an attempt to argue their case. It’s understandable, since it’s reactionary – but I think it misses an opportunity to address this very important point. Whenever someone talks about, say for example, abortion being “an issue that divides voters,” this is exactly the point I make if it’s a situation where I’m able to make my voice heard. That sort of dismissal (and really, “dismissal” is not a strong enough word – erasure is more appropriate) is so incredibly offensive that I can’t even articulate it. My life, reduced to a “divisive issue.”
All these various “issues” – they are NOT issues to be debated. I am not an issue. Don’t you dare call me a “single-issue voter” in that sneering holier-than-thou tone.
It also occurs to me that some people really do not have any idea how it feels, on a deep level, to be told that your life is worth less than someone else’s. Stories like this one can help drive it home for some people but that’s mainly on an individual basis (the importance of which I am not denying); how do we make EVERYONE “get it?” It’s a feeling that words cannot convey, so I won’t even try. But if you know what that feels like, there’s no way in hell you can prattle on about “issues,” I don’t believe.
The other part of the movie that stood out to me was this… I’ll quote Melissa’s tweet:
Still stuck on the Anita Bryant bit of MILK where she complains that prostitutes will have to get civil rights, too, if the gays do.
When the clip of Bryant saying that played, I muttered under my breath, “Yeah because that would be soooo awful.” No, we can’t give prostitutes CIVIL RIGHTS! God no! What bothers me is I wonder how many of the other movie-goers even gave it a second thought.
See also: Susie Bright’s reflections.
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I hope Daisy doesn’t mind that I lifted the little tilde-asterisk-tilde divider from her. It’s just so much more visually appealing (yet not overly distracting!) than three plain dashes. I think I’m going to start using it from now on in posts that contain numerous unrelated thoughts. (In other words: old-school blogging!!)
Coming back to privilege for a second… last week I promised GriftDrift and Sara I’d blog about it, in response to this post. Once again it is glaringly obvious that there is a lot of misunderstanding about the definition of privilege. It’s so frustrating. And I know I said I’d write a post, but I just haven’t had the energy. I don’t know how many times I and so many others can say the same thing. I know it’s important to keep saying it, for people who haven’t heard it yet; but at the moment I feel depleted. As I said in the comments on that post, privilege has nothing to do with intent. Once you start talking about intent it’s a completely different thing. Also privilege is not a personal failing, or something you can renounce. It is granted externally and you benefit from it, without knowing there is anything there to benefit from. That’s why Peggy McIntosh called it the invisible knapsack. No, there is not some grand white supremacist conspiracy dictating that most clip art, advertisements, media, etc. features white people – and that’s the whole point.
Sometimes I am just out of energy, I don’t have the energy to engage. Sometimes I’m able – usually on a one to one basis, in person. Sometimes online – it just depends. Once in a while it is really beneficial. I know it’s an important thing to do. I just can’t always do it myself.
Dacia wrote a post that mentions the importance of engaging rather than just lashing out. I totally agree with it. I also think that sometimes lashing out is okay, too. You can’t expect people to be totally patient saints 100% of the time when we’ve heard the same lines over and over regardless of anyone’s “intentions.” I guess it’s a balancing act. (See also Renee.) If you’re completely hostile all the time then nothing gets done, no one is reached, no alliances are made. But if you’re completely accommodating all the time then nothing gets done, no one learns, you’re basically a doormat. People have to take responsibility for their shit at some point, whether intentional or not. If you’re a true ally that means you listen instead of dismiss when you are called out on an -ism.
Really what it boils down to for me is, so much of this stuff has to be taken on a case-by-case basis. And it depends on many people fighting the fight in various ways.
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The winner of Miss Pole Dance Australia 2008 is the same woman who won Miss Pole Dance Australia 2006. As before, to say she is amazing is an understatement. However I think her performance this time is even better. It has more grace and fluidity in addition to the awe-inspiring pole work. And, this time she has short hair like mine!! :D
I hope to one day be this good. I have my doubts that it’ll ever happen, but it’s good to have goals. There is always something else to learn with pole dancing!
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I am annoyed by male hip-hop artists who mess up female hip-hop artists’ good songs. Examples: Nas to Kelis, Jay-Z to Beyonce. Stop messing up “Let’s Get It On In Public” and “Upgrade U.”
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In meta news, I realized I can’t redirect amber.tangerinecs.com to beingamberrhea.com like I was thinking about doing, because all my images live on amber.tangerinecs.com (and I don’t feel like moving them). Oh well. The pre-April 2007 blog archives will just continue to live in two places.
Saturday rambling
I started writing this post right after getting up from a nap, when I decided I should write about the really scary dream I had before I forgot it (which I knew I would welcome!). So the first part of this post is just free-writing/stream-of-consciousness about that dream. I make no guarantees of grammatical correctness or any sense of narrative.
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I took a nap and had a terrifying dream. I was in my parents’ house, in my room, trying to nap. I was scared being in the house. I had left the light on in the kitchen (like I did here). And I kept reminding myself that it wasn’t my mom or dad who were out, it was Rusty, because I was an adult and I don’t live w/ my parents anymore, I live w/ Rusty, in my own apartment. I kept feeling like I heard someone walking around in the front of the house. I got up to make sure the kitchen light was on and as I walked down the hall I turned on the rest of the lights – spare bedroom, bathroom (not my parents’ bedroom for some reason)… as I got closer to the front of the house I felt more scared. I looked into the kitchen to make sure the light were still on, and they were, and my dad was standing at the kitchen counter reading the paper like he used to do. He said something snarky to me about how I was actually awake and he didn’t think I came out of my room anymore. I kept trying to tell myself, no, that’s not real, that’s not right, he’s dead. I ran into the living room to close the blinds which I noticed were open even though it was dark outside. I noticed a bunch of cars lined up in the driveway (not sure why that matters). Then I noticed there was a fierce wind in the living room. I looked up and my mom’s potted plants were being blown all over the place. I felt the wind all around me and was really cold; I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from because both the front and back doors were closed. I thought “I better ask my mom about this when she gets home” but then reminded myself, no, it’s not my mom, it’s Rusty, he’s the one who I should ask. And all the while I was really, really scared. For some reason when I saw that wind I was the most terrified I had been. I ran back toward my bedroom, for some reason peeked my head inside the bathroom and looked at the clock on the wall. It said 6:00. Then I woke up with my heart pounding, really scared and wondering for a minute where I was. I looked at the clock at it was, in fact, 6:00.
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Okay, now that that’s out of the way, let’s move onto some more mundane (or at least, less disturbing) things.
Earlier today I interviewed Franklin Veaux, the creator of (among other things, but this is probably what you’re most recently familiar with) the sex map that was all over the internet a month or so ago. I had no idea he lived in Atlanta, but Regina informed me. Yet again, people who live out of town are telling me about things/people/events in my own city. :P It had been a while since I’d interviewed anyone for a podcast by myself. I’ve been having trouble thinking of people to interview; I guess my mind is stuck in a rut. Anyway I felt kind of disorganized with this interview today – or rather, not the interview itself, but everything surrounding it, and that made me frustrated and self-conscious. We were supposed to meet at the Brickstore Pub at 2:00. Well, I got there before he did and it was REALLY crowded. When he got there we decided to go next door to Sweet Melissa’s, which fortunately was still open, but by the time we finished eating and paid up, they were about to close. So we thought we’d go next door to Starbucks to do the interview. But when we stepped in there, it was also really crowded and there was a guy playing a fucking RECORDER. Exasperated, I said, “Do you want to just go to my apartment? It’s right up the road.” So we went there instead and did the interview and all was well. It wasn’t until after he left that I thought of the pole in the apartment. Not that he would care. But sometimes I just forget that I have a pole on a 4′x4′ raised stage in the middle of my living room. I mean, I don’t really forget that it’s there – how could I, I see it every day and walk around it – but I mean I forget that to a lot of people, that’s strange/surprising/amusing. I forgot about it when the Chem-Dry guy came, the first time the apartment maintenance guy came, and Rusty’s mom. It’s always kind of a “heh/oops” moment when I remember it.
I went to Target this morning to shop for one of the holiday adoption kids in our group at work (we do this holiday adoption thing every year). I had $120 to spend on a 1-month-old baby. I don’t know if the baby was 1 month when the family signed up, or if he will be at Christmas. I’m thinking the former, otherwise he wouldn’t have been born yet when they signed up. And I don’t know how far in advance they sign up. Anyway, the mother asked for everything in size 24 months. I thought that was weird – even if she wants stuff for him to grow into, 24 months is pretty far away. So I got clothes in all different sizes, because that baby needs stuff to wear now, too! I spent a little more than the allocated $120, because I forgot to take tax into consideration, but I didn’t go terribly far over budget. Also while I was at Target, I looked for an ice scraper for my car windshield – I don’t know what happened to the one I always had in the trunk of my old car – and they didn’t have one. Isn’t that crazy? I know we’re in Georgia, but an ice scraper is basic!
There is a little fruit fly/gnat thing in the apartment. Rusty killed one earlier, too (or at least thought he killed it – maybe this is the same one). It’s been around for a few days and I have no idea where it came from, but it is very annoying. :P Did I mention I am so ready to move? I emailed the mortgage lender today and told her the first week of January we want to come in for pre-approval, because then it will, without question, be less than 90 days until we buy a house. Hard to believe, but very exciting!!
For my next level 6 (formerly called level 5/6) pole dancing recital, which is a week from Monday, I’m considering the following songs:
- “Gett Off” – Prince
- “Casualty” – Snake River Conspiracy
- “Like A Boy” – Ciara
- “Precious Thing” – Tori Amos
I’m not sure if I’ll make a video this time. We learned a routine this time around, something we haven’t done in over a year, so it was a nice change of pace. But that routine is HARD. Of course, that’s expected, since we’re at the advanced level. But seriously, DAMN it is exhausting! I feel like I always perform my best in the studio, because my home setup is a bit limiting (but that’ll change after we move!); but I might feel too much pressure knowing I’m being recorded with this routine.
I need to blog the recipe, such as it is, for the famous Luis dressing at some point. I meant to blog it last weekend when I was in Augusta, but kept putting it off because I didn’t want to deal with all the formatting. Lazy, I know. Maybe I’ll do it tonight.
Now, I’m going to go write some Christmas cards. I haven’t sent Christmas cards in years, but there are a few people who I don’t communicate with very often (mostly family members, who I see an average once every 10 years) who I want to send cards to this year.
Spigot of whatever
The title of this post is an obscure reference to a friend’s long-defunct blog. Anyone who knows me well knows that I can be cryptically self-referential – I guess what you could call very “inside baseball,” but I hate that term. Almost as much as I hate “it is what it is.” That is one of my all-time most-loathed phrases. It’s meaningless!!
A conversation among (not “between!” between is for two people only! pet peeve!) Jenny, Niki, and I might as well be in a foreign language as far as third-party listeners are concerned, once we get going on inside jokes and shared history and such.
Anyway. Once again, I’m thinking that I really need to blog the way I used to, the way this blog started out. A post didn’t have to have a central theme. I didn’t delicately pick and choose my every word so as not to offend some theoretical reader showing up out of the blue. I didn’t feel so inhibited.
And while I don’t want to just keep putting up an endless stream of “why can’t I blog like I used to?” meta-posts, I also want to make it clear that I really do feel a sense of inhibition with my blog unlike anything I felt ~5 years ago.
When I first started my blog you could say I was too far in the opposite direction, honestly. Bless my heart. But then, nobody really knew about blogs in 2002 so it didn’t matter anyway.
In a few ways I feel less inhibited now, but I don’t want to get off on that tangent right now.
Speaking of titles. (Well, I was in the first paragraph.) Penelope Trunk says it’s important to write good titles for your posts. Obviously I agree, for SEO purposes and such. But one thing I love about Penelope Trunk is that she acknowledges the rather simple, common-sense (or should be common sense) fact that everyone’s blog has different goals. Not everyone blogs with the same kind of purpose in mind. If you’re blogging to draw attention to a cause or a business or an issue, or to spur conversation about a topic you’re interested in, or whatever, then yes, SEO is important and therefore you have to write good titles. Me, I’ve never been very good at writing titles. They’re usually an afterthought. I didn’t have titles on my blog in its first incarnation, and even once it was on the second database I didn’t always include them. I understand about SEO and all that, but for me and my blog, I just don’t care. I write my blog for me and if other people show up, fine, but that’s not the main point. As with everything else with blogging, social media, etc., I’ll just keep doing my thing like I always have, and not get caught up with all the earnest “trends” and whatnot. I went through a phase where I thought I should try to be what you would now see called a “thought leader” (I hate that term!) but it stressed me out too much and it wasn’t what I really wanted anyway – it was just BS. I know for people who are trying to use their blog for their business or whatever it’s different, but fortunately for me that’s not what it’s about.
So all this is to say I really need to take my own damn advice already and get this blog back to its roots, for realz! I can always ban asshole commenters, after all. There’s one guy I’ve been on the verge of banning for a long time because his comments don’t make any sense and they make me feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
This is one unfortunate fact about the internet… people feel entitled to make all kinds of proclamations and declarations about your life. I really don’t get it. I mean think about it, how freaking presumptuous can you be, waltzing onto somebody’s personal blog and telling them what they should and shouldn’t do? Several years ago I had a guy who used to come around and berate me for what he called “poor financial decisions.” As if he knew shit about dick! The latest exhibit is the guy who is obsessed with me and says I hate freedom – seriously, he said that. Sometimes you just have to strap on your lollerskates and roll along.
Today I was talking with my sis, Crystal, and we started hatching a plan to take a trip to Australia. Unfortunately I doubt we’ll ever do it. I don’t like to hatch plans like that if I don’t think there’s a chance of it actually happening, but somehow we got going. I would like to go to Australia, but that is such a long flight, and I don’t know if I really want to leave the country right now anyway. Maybe I’m becoming an old lady. I would like to see zebra finches in the wild, though. And it would be interesting to see if what they say is true, about the toilets flushing in the opposite direction. I would also be tempted to do a stint at a legal brothel like Kimberlee is now, but in reality I know that wouldn’t happen.
I’ve had a post in draft mode for a few weeks now titled “Pole dancing and Teh Menz.” I feel very strongly about the subject but it’s one of those ones I haven’t felt motivated to actually write, because of inhibitions. I’m afraid people will come around and tell me how I’m being so judgmental, and misinterpret my words, which to be fair probably won’t be all that well-chosen – hence the inhibitions, and round and round we go. But I’ll just throw it out here, and decide later whether to write more. A lot of people who don’t know what they’re talking about always frame pole dancing as being “for the men” or “a performance for men” or “catering to men’s desires” and all kinds of related nonsense. Let’s get it out of the way right now that most people have no fucking clue what they’re talking about when it comes to pole dancing, and I wish they’d shut their stupid faces because they always end up saying something idiotic and/or trying to make a dumb joke out of it, hardy har har. I don’t know how many times or ways I can explain that I pole dance for me, that it’s fucking HARD, and that there are no men present and only a small number of men have ever seen me pole dance – not because I feel like that would make me a dirty stripper and we can’t have that or because I’m afraid of what they’ll think or something, but because they’re ANNOYING. Yes, most men in my experience who watch while we’re pole dancing are just as annoying as all the people who talk out their asses about pole dancing! None of them have a clue, that’s what they have in common. At Lisa’s Halloween party, one guy said something like, “Now you don’t have to work out!” and I said, “This is how I work out.” Another guy said, “The pole is your lover” and I wondered if he knew what a moron he sounded like. Most of them have no appreciation for the difficulty of the various tricks and moves, the form, the strength needed, the practical and logistical concerns… and I just don’t have time for it. Just like people in general, as another symptom of our adolescent-mentality society when it comes to anything vaguely sex-related, have to always crack a joke about pole dancing… like “what are you wearing” or something… or joking about are there regulation dimensions and whatever… and then I explain, yes, in fact, a standard dance pole has a two-inch width. Brass is the best material because of its tackiness, hence your skin sticks to it better. This is also why being “scantily clad” is a necessity in pole dancing, especially for the more advanced moves: your skin is what makes you stick to the pole and be able to hold some of those positions. Stainless steel is the most difficult dance pole material, but if you can dance on that you can dance on anything.
All that being said, if I were a stripper I certainly would just pop my booty in their faces, because it’s not nearly as exhausting and I’ll make the same amount of money (or more) because they don’t care about the effort that goes into pole work, they just want to see T&A. Just like how that “Strippers Ball” at Trapeze wasn’t about talent at all, it was about spring break.
This is the part where I get nervous about what people will say because I’m afraid it will come off like I’m saying there’s something wrong with wanting to see T&A. Well, if you’ve known me or read this blog for any length of time, you know how I feel about that – I hate when the sexual is relegated as “less than” or not good enough. So you should know that’s not the point here. There! Now I’ve got that out of the way.
Last thing, I guess, in this back-to-basics experimental post… tonight I was watching Suze Orman with my mom, and I already said this on Twitter but I just want to reiterate, I do not understand some of the crap people spend their money on. And the elaborate justifications they must make in their heads! Why are you going to spend $2000 on a Chanel handbag – especially when you don’t even make that much money per month?! Not that I would understand spending $2000 on a handbag otherwise – that’s the kind of thing I will just never get. Now, you know I’m NOT the kind of person to hate on someone just for having money – if you know me, you know I really hate that, and I think it’s yet again filled with presumptions, and I’ll probably write about it at another time – but I do NOT understand the materialistic drive that so many Americans apparently possess. I never have. I just don’t get it. I cannot wrap my head around thinking you need a $2000 handbag or that that’s a good idea in any universe. Or wanting to spend $30k+ to install a swimming pool when that’s just slightly less than your annual income, and then you have to pay for maintenance, water bills, etc. – oh AND you’ve already got two mortgages on your house, in this market! I do not get it. Do. Not. Get. It. And don’t even get me started on the guy who was trampled to death in Wal-Mart on Black Friday. It’s beyond disgusting. No one needs a DVD player or a new duvet that bad. I can’t even begin to comprehend it.
Well, I guess I’ll turn off the spigot for now. I need to get some sleep – I’m going home tomorrow, yay!! I’ve been in Augusta since Wednesday and while I know it’s been good for my mom, and I’ve enjoyed being here in many ways, I’ll be happy to get home and see Rusty. Have I mentioned how THANKFUL I am that he’s in my life?? Well, I am!
Inspiration
I hope that one day I can be as amazing a pole dancer as Sam Remmer of the Art of Dance. Here she is competing in the 2008 Pole Divas Championships:
That reminds me: if you haven’t already, be sure to sign the petition to get pole dancing added as an Olympic sport in 2012!
Halloween pics
Here are a few photos from last night…
Me as a candy corn witch:
Rusty as “the shocker:”
Us at Lisa’s party:
Hand-painted back of the “Caribou Barbie” box that the Sarah Palin look-alike had for herself. Also the winning costume of the party. This one is best viewed large, so click through to Flickr and click “All Sizes” above the photo.
Kitty litter cake, the winning entry in the “spooky snacks” contest (half eaten… wish I had gotten a photo before it had been cut into):
And, pole dancing, of course:
I wish I had thought to take photos at Jen’s party, too. There were some great costumes. In particular I liked “First Dude.”
I’m usually not that into Halloween, but last night was really fun!
Also – I am in the process of uploading the photos from my birthday shoot at the abandoned prison, and will post a few of them soon.
Quote of the day
From Glamourpuss at The Pole Affair:
What I see now but perhaps did not recognise then, was the innate confidence pole dancing gave me. Mastering a difficult skill that requires strength, flexibility, stamina and co-ordination cannot fail to strengthen your bond with and your trust in your own body, and that empowered me.
New pole video
We finished yet another session of Level 6 (previously called Level 5/6) today. Here’s my performance! I don’t think it’s my best, but then, I’m my own worst critic. I still haven’t gotten over the extra nervousness when I know I’m being recorded; maybe one day I’ll be able to forget about the camera completely.
Sorry it’s a little dark and grainy… but I would rather have a slightly lower quality video than dance under insanely bright lights!
New moves in this video: The hangman (still photo below the video, courtesy of Liz a.k.a. Carmen Elantra!) and the lotus.
The photo is much better quality than the video, so maybe next time I'll go back to just doing photos. I don't get nearly as nervous with still photos.
SWC 2008: Success!
Thursday night was Sex, Wine and Chocolate 2008. It was AMAZING. Already I’m looking forward to Sex, Wine and Chocolate 2009!
It was at the Park Tavern this year, which, if you’ve never been, is a beautiful venue. And the place was packed. I got there at around ten after seven, thinking I’d get there early and beat the crowds. Silly me.
I took a few photos but they didn’t really turn out; my camera doesn’t do well in low light. Here are the ones that are decent enough to post:
My camera’s video function does surprisingly well in low light, though, and I saved the day (okay, maybe “saved the day” is an exaggeration; but we like delusions of grandeur, right?) by taking video of the PoleLaTeaz performance when their camera wouldn’t turn on. I’m going to put the video on a DVD and give it to Angela Monday night at class, and whenever she posts it on YouTube, I’ll embed the video.
Speaking of PoleLaTeaz, they brought down the house just like last year. I can’t even convey to you how much they rocked. Every time I see them perform, I feel myself almost bursting with joy, cheesy as that might sound. And I was thinking, “I wish all those people who talk shit about pole dancing could be here to see this.” Because if you could be there and see that performance and feel that energy, and still try to tell me that’s NOT feminist, there’s just something wrong with you, and that’s all I have to say about that.
The Entanglement Circus performance was also amazing. I stood with a few of the PoleLaTeaz gals while the EC lady was performing, and we just kept saying, “Wow. Wow. Wow.” I think we have an extra appreciation of just how amazing her performance was, because it’s like doing everything we do on the pole but on silks – so no hard, sturdy support. She was doing things like climbing to the top of the silks, wrapping them around her ankles, and hanging. And then doing three flying eagles in a row, simultaneously climbing backwards.
All of this was so much better than watching the VP debate!
My one complaint would be that people who aren’t sitting and watching need to lower their voices when the performers are on. Even if you’re in the back of the room at the bar and not watching the performers, even if it’s something that doesn’t interest you – be respectful. These are people who have worked hard and are donating their time and talent to make this event a reality. Do not talk over them.
SWC 2008 was a huge success, and I can hardly wait for next year. The atmosphere there just felt so right. The whole time, I was thinking, “This is what sex-positive means.” As I said to Mia in an email: I wish every day could be Sex, Wine and Chocolate!
Reminder: Sex, Wine and Chocolate 2008 tomorrow night!
Sex, Wine, and Chocolate 2008:
Telling Our Truths, Taking Off Our Masks
A Fundraiser for SPARK Reproductive Justice Now and Project South
FEATURING: LAKARA FOSTER
PERFORMANCES BY: POLELATEAZ * BLAKKAUFI * MS. VAGINA JENKINS * YOLO AKILI * KEN J MARTIN * DJ MARK ANGEL * MS. STEWART * ENTANGLEMENT CIRCUS * N2 PASSION * DJ CHA CHA JONES * MILLICENT M. JOHNNIE * ESHE SAKURA * JENNY BUNNS YOUNG * KERESTEN BOOKER
Join us for a sensual night free of sexual oppression for all of us fighting for the freedom of our bodies everyday. Celebrate your authentic self at our Anti-Masquerade Ball with live performances, delectable desserts, fabulous prizes, a live auction and more!
October 2, 2008 at The Park Tavern, 500 10th Street NE, Atlanta, GA 30309 (on MARTA Route 45!)
Doors open at 7pm. Show begins at 8pm.
Advance Tickets – Suggested Donation: $20
Tickets at the Door – Suggested Donation: $25
**No one will be turned away for lack of funds; sliding scale tickets only accepted at the door.
RAFFLE:
- GRAND PRIZE: 3 Day – 2 Night Cruise for 2 to the Bahamas or Mexico–your choice! ~ Meghan Elliott, travel consultant for World Ventures.
- Two $100 Gas Cards.
LIVE AUCTION:
- Self-Love Date: Enjoy a night in with the Bunny Love Kit. Courtesy of Babeland.
- PoleLaTeaz Dates: 3 free classes for the winner and a friend at the PoleLaTeaz studio, plus an extra $100 gift certificate! Courtesy of PoleLaTeaz.
- Chocolate Pink Gift Certificate
- Sutra Lounge VIP Lounge for 30, worth $1,500.
All proceeds benefit SPARK and Project South. Can’t make it? Donate a ticket, buy some raffle tickets or make a general donation to support SPARK & Project South’s work!
Contact mia@sparkrj.org or call 404-532-0022 for more information and check our Evite for the latest updates! You do not have to be present to win prizes!