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c'mon ya'll, it's time to get nice!
Oct. 27th, 2003 02:16 amHah! Balls to that.
This weekend has been long, but good. I got to participate in the Medford Halloween Festival, which involved sitting in front of Miss Robin's house (in costume), selling food and drink to all manner of people. This contributed to much obnoxiousness from me, which included me telling her ex-boyfriendthingwhatever that he was a dick. And then shouting across the street to him when he left our table, asking if he wanted to buy a fried egg (as his present girlfriend's tits greatly resemble fried eggs).
I was dressed as the Queen of the Lemurs. With handsewn lemur ears clipped in front of my curled pigtails, a sparkly rhinestone tiara, VictorianGoth skirt and jacket, big fuck-off platform boots, and a black and white striped tail (which I pulled around to my front and clutched, as the lemurs do). I also had a scepter, which was really just a walking stick with a big fake diamond on top filled with glitter. But, I didn't carry it that much as it's hard to pour hot apple cider and regally wave my scepter at the same time. Miss R did my make-up and I was quite stunning, if I do say so myself. hee!
I also flirted with Mormon boys, drag queens, and a very young military regiment.
Why are these pirates wearing karate uniforms?
After the festival packed up, we drove out to East Bumblefuck for the MWC's annual HALLOWEEN NOT SAMHAIN party. And when I say East Bumblefuck, I mean it. This place was out in the goddamn boonies, eeesh. We met The Engineer, The Wee Ninja, and Siamang there, as well as the other members of the MWC who showed up. Much food was consumed that is not on the allowed foods of my and Miss R's diet, much hilarity spewed from our mouths as we sat on the sunporch, smoking endless cigarettes.
We left at around three a.m. though with this blasted Daylight Savings Dreck, it was actually more like two a.m. More hilarity ensued when I raced The Engineer on the ride home, pushing the Caddy to about 85 mph until a loud *bang!* sounded from my window area. Slowing down and flashing my highbeams to signal to him something was wrong, I discovered my window had gone a bit wonky, but was now okay. I pulled back on the road ahead of him and beat him to the apartment building. ;)
Elvis wasn't called the Cannibal of Rock, duh.
Today was much more laid back, with grocery shopping to be done and shit to be talked. Miss R hung out until around eleven, when we decided we needed caramel apples and gas for my ever-hungry car. I discovered it takes less money to fill the tank then had been recommended and that driving this beast alone down a long, dark road in the middle of the night and the rain is quite satisfying. I can't wait to open her up on the interstate for my trip to pick up Miss Carrie.
This weekend has been long, but good. I got to participate in the Medford Halloween Festival, which involved sitting in front of Miss Robin's house (in costume), selling food and drink to all manner of people. This contributed to much obnoxiousness from me, which included me telling her ex-boyfriendthingwhatever that he was a dick. And then shouting across the street to him when he left our table, asking if he wanted to buy a fried egg (as his present girlfriend's tits greatly resemble fried eggs).
I was dressed as the Queen of the Lemurs. With handsewn lemur ears clipped in front of my curled pigtails, a sparkly rhinestone tiara, VictorianGoth skirt and jacket, big fuck-off platform boots, and a black and white striped tail (which I pulled around to my front and clutched, as the lemurs do). I also had a scepter, which was really just a walking stick with a big fake diamond on top filled with glitter. But, I didn't carry it that much as it's hard to pour hot apple cider and regally wave my scepter at the same time. Miss R did my make-up and I was quite stunning, if I do say so myself. hee!
I also flirted with Mormon boys, drag queens, and a very young military regiment.
Why are these pirates wearing karate uniforms?
After the festival packed up, we drove out to East Bumblefuck for the MWC's annual HALLOWEEN NOT SAMHAIN party. And when I say East Bumblefuck, I mean it. This place was out in the goddamn boonies, eeesh. We met The Engineer, The Wee Ninja, and Siamang there, as well as the other members of the MWC who showed up. Much food was consumed that is not on the allowed foods of my and Miss R's diet, much hilarity spewed from our mouths as we sat on the sunporch, smoking endless cigarettes.
We left at around three a.m. though with this blasted Daylight Savings Dreck, it was actually more like two a.m. More hilarity ensued when I raced The Engineer on the ride home, pushing the Caddy to about 85 mph until a loud *bang!* sounded from my window area. Slowing down and flashing my highbeams to signal to him something was wrong, I discovered my window had gone a bit wonky, but was now okay. I pulled back on the road ahead of him and beat him to the apartment building. ;)
Elvis wasn't called the Cannibal of Rock, duh.
Today was much more laid back, with grocery shopping to be done and shit to be talked. Miss R hung out until around eleven, when we decided we needed caramel apples and gas for my ever-hungry car. I discovered it takes less money to fill the tank then had been recommended and that driving this beast alone down a long, dark road in the middle of the night and the rain is quite satisfying. I can't wait to open her up on the interstate for my trip to pick up Miss Carrie.
