Friday night I went to watch belly dancing at Nur, an Egyptian restaurant in the Gorbals. It was a dinner and show with the star performance by the beautiful and talented Lorna Gow. Lorna is from Edinburgh but now dances professionally in Cairo. She is one of, if not THE, best dancer I have ever seen. Why I think she is so great to watch is that she is technically a good dancer but also understands how to be entertaining and has a good sense of humour and a lovely personality that really shines out in her dancing.
The restaurant was pretty good in its own right though the veggie option of vegetable tagine was pretty poor. I hate when chefs make veggie options for people who don't like vegetables. It's strange, sometimes a plate of steamed veg and potatoes would be so much better than what I've been served up in the past. I did enjoy the mezza starter, humous, baba ganoush, something with fava beans and flat bread. Plus cold, hibiscus tea.
The restaurant was full of belly dance women and one table of four men. Four Gay men. who had an absolute ball, starting zagreets by the time we were at the second performance of the night and absolutely delighting in it when everyone else joined in.
Alas, I could not stay for the dancing at the end, I think it went on late but I had to go to stupid work on Saturday. After work on Saturday I missed my bus, and there was much dram a as I tried, but failed to get a taxi to outrun it and I got a bus back to Stirling from Menstrie then had to wait an hour and a half for the next 23 to Auchtermuchty. A little like baby from Dirty Dancing, I carried a Cake. A birthday cake for Emma in a really insubstantial lidless box. I carried it from Miss Cranston's to Queen Street Station, to Stirling train station to bus station where it sat in a locker, to the bus stance, to the taxi rank, to a payphone in menstrie to another bus stop in menstrie, back to the bus station, back on the bus, to my mum's house then to the Tannochbrae tearoom and it didn't get mooshed. Well done me!
Dinner for Emma's big scary birthday was good. I had baba ganoush again, swithered though as two days in a row but Neal made it even better than the Egyptians AND my main course was veggie for vegetable lovers. (aubergines again though - good job I love them almost most of all)
Fun night, with Claire saying 'we need to go drink bacardi because my mint is wilting' being number one best quote of the night.
Sunday night involved more belly dancing. At muchty Hafla. There was great turnout and a lot of belly dance 'virgins' which is always great. Next year I will perform. I have decided.
oh, and I won a raffle prize.
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