I spun fire tonight, although I didn't start out the evening intending to. I went over to the home of a female friend, to hang out, drink wine, and eat dark chocolate with other gals sans dates.

I haven't spent much time lately with my friend D, and I had never met any of her friends who were visiting. As it turns out, her friend T spins fire too. So we practiced a bit, with some music outside (enough to garner a noise complaint from the neighbor), and then we decided to light up. Out came the lighter fluid, the fire spinning chains, the wet towel and instructions to D on how to be a fire safety person. I had never spun with lighter fluid before, but it was a nice fuel to use.

I am always terrified of fire. While practicing without fire, I take chances, thwack myself in the head, and get tangled up. Fire gives me a very focused attitude. If I'm actually aflame, I am on edge, watching every move. Despite my vigilance, I brushed the side of my head. The bangs are now a little shorter in that spot!

I should do this more often.