Oh My God, it's happening *tomorrow*! I can't believe that 9 months of planning and emailing and chatting and dancing and panicking is about to be over in three days time. I've been totally gobsmacked by the reaction to our festival. It's grown from a idea of getting a bunch of UK Goth bellydancers together for an alternative hafla, into an international event with teachers from the US and event-goers from Germany, Scandinavia and Ireland. Total strangers have sent me large amounts of their cash even though they have no clue who I am (well, they do now!). We've been interviewed on the radio and for practically every bellydance magazine in the country. S and I are performing on the same bill as internationally recognised dancers: the butterflies in my stomach are those really huge ones you only see in tropical butterfly houses! I think I might explode if I'm not careful. I'm glad Ian is coming with me so he can drive to Leicester, as I'm not sure I'll be safe in charge of a vehicle by tomorrow afternoon.

To all my readers who are coming over for the event: travel safely, and come and say hi if we haven't met before.

See you on the Dark Side ;)