Since you all like my Firetending stories:
Took my girl out to a Middle Eastern music and Bellydance concert last night. They had firespinners as well. I knew one of them and one of the drummers from the festival scene. Not too suprised.
Anyway, I saw that one of the girls who was spinning fire didnt' have a safety. Now, a safety's job is to put the performer out if they catch fire. She didn't feel she needed one, evidently. I borrowed a damp towel from one of the other safetys who were just standing around and went on duty without being asked. She hit herself twice with the flaming poi: once on the skin (fairly common and relatively safe) and once on her costume (which was synthetic). Luckily, it didn't catch. After her performance, she was trying to put her poi out by stomping on them. The towel was given to her so they could at least put the damn thing out.
Next, this guy comes out in leather pants, a leather hat, and a leather vest looking like a Village People refugee. Still no safety. He starts doing fire transfers (that is where you let the fuel from the poi rest on a bodypart, transfer the flame to it, and then put it out.) He lit his hat on fire and didn't even know it. I gave it a count to ten before I was going to wrap this guy up in a wet towel in the middle of his performance. The flame went out at 8. What a dumbass. The other unsafe fire performer had 10 wax candles on a headdress with no safety. That wasn't too smart, either. The only person who was remotely professional in this regard was the one I already knew from the festival scene.
People do stupid shit with fire, and it pisses me off. I just had a friend burned last weekend, I wasn't about to let some pompous tarts incinerate themselves. I'm going to have a word with the promoter of the event about responsibility. Other than that, the event wasn't bad. Music was good, and the bellydancers were all very good. A good bellydancer makes you think they are having an orgasm in front of you without being vulgar about it.