Hahaha Aniseteph...my boyfriend once slid on a patch of ice and I asked if he was OK...he said he was fine, he just did a Turkish drop...
I can't imagine what an 'essence of Duluth' bellydance would be like...freeze your *ss off while you learn to move extraordinarily slowly like the big iron ore ships...feel the horrid wind in your veil if you can hang onto it long enough...do Turkish drops that evoke the feeling of sliding on ice down a very steep hill...channel the essence of rusty vehicles executing balletic movements so they don't slide into the lake...drizzled with what passes for philosophy at the Anchor Bar and getting pooped on by seagulls at Canal Park...invoke the mystery of our city's inexplicable spending on things like a freshwater aquarium hemhorraging money because it's filled with brown fish next to a lake that is also filled with brown fish...
Oriental dance tastes like Top the Tater and smells like smoky bars filled with wannabe philosophers and a surprisingly eclectic music scene?
Help me out here KuteNurse!