106 degrees Farenheit is a bit warm for many people, but it was an absolute dream for a contortionist who loves the gooey heat. I was super jazzed to break out this summer ballerina look by Cirque Rave! The pink knit crop top and high cut bloomers had me feeling extra girly. And I even broke out my extra large drag queen lashes! I got a little shiny, but mostly I just basked in the glory of the steamy summer night in Vegas.
When Mike Chua @elementvisualgroup (and assistant, Tim) and I approached these columns at Caesar’s Palace, there was a couple standing side by side, smiling and posing about 10 feet away from a stroller. There must have been a camera set up on the stroller… but it sort of looked like the baby was supposed to be taking their picture. Haha. Silly 😉
So I decided this was the perfect place for some splits… the question is not “why?” rather, “why not?” And there was no good reason for me not to. So I did.
…Followed by a stroll down the strip towards the famous Freemont Street. Fountain with light show? Let’s just do some handstands here. This was one of those moments where everyone stopped, enjoyed, and applauded. A man with an accent that I cannot quite identify (but definitely dressed in the standard tourist button-up beach shirt and cargo shorts) was very excited to show me his video he’d captured of me. It was a pretty sweet video, lol.
Security also noticed…
Our adventure continued to a nearby boba tea spot called Tea of Joy. Mike gifted me the most delicious mango boba smoothie and we regrouped for a moment before continuing on to make a big stinkin scene at boba tea. Fortunately, when you are well connected, people let you do lots of weird things in their businesses. And the photos are Ah-mazing! Cannot wait to share!
We then went to the lot to pose with the fancy cars, as is customary closing ritual with Mike. I did the sickest split over the hoods of the two cars! Gaaah! No bts for this one, but let me tell you, the pics will be sick.
While wrapping up in the lot, a girl shouted from the door of the Karaoke bar across the street something along the lines of, “hey nasty ass, get a room!” Lol. Maybe this was directed at me? Maybe someone else in the lot. It really isn’t worth my energy to spend much time speculating. But it gave me pause. Not because I felt shame, embarrassment, doubt about myself, or anger towards her. I felt sad for her. Someone so full of anger that she has the energy and motivation to stir up force from her belly to project abusive volume across a parking lot towards a total stranger minding their own business only for the purpose of tearing another person down. Yikes. What happened to you? I thought to myself, ‘What are the chances that this person is happy, confident in herself, leading a life that she enjoys?’ Not too likely.
I’ve been fortunate to receive so much love and support from other women in recent years. It’s something that I cherish and value. Women should not be in malicious competition with one another. We should lift our sisters up, and empower one another. Anyways, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen or recieved this type of agression from another woman, and I was taken aback. So I found this quote that seemed somehow applicable:
“People who love themselves don’t hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.”
Anyways, the take away from this little digression- the message I want other women and girls to have is this:
Bullying is not about you. It literally has nothing to do with anything you are doing, and has EVERYTHING to do with the hurt coming from within the bully/aggressor themselves. Flailing anger is a symptom of internal dis-ease. You are amazing. You are beautiful. Shine on, baby.
The next night we hit L.A.S. Ink Tattoo for more bendy fun 🙂 Crankin’ out some magic! (No, I didn’t get a tattoo, lol)