In which I go out. Late.

Gorgeous was doing a white trash costume and needed a string bikini top to wear under her tube top, so yesterday around dusk I drove over to her place in my pajamas to loan her mine. Her costume was terrifying. She had a mullet wig on, a tube top, jeans, tacky jewelry, and those hideous plastic teeth they sell this time of year. She’d put a little rhinestone on one of the teeth, and given herself a black eye with makeup. She was simultaneously super hot and grossly disgusting, and her persona was amazing. The teeth gave her a charmingly gross lisp. It was like a car wreck: I just couldn’t look away.

I came home when she had to go to work and lazed around. AmmZon had some friends over and Truck and I hid out in ‘my’ room because there’s a second TV in there. I stared, mesmerized, at the glass teat — I hate TV, it’s got an unnatural power over me sometimes — and watched about nine episodes of CSI or something, and he surfed on his laptop. We drank a couple of white russians. He had pot roast AmmZon had made, and I ate the rest of the veggie lasagna.

Gorgeous and Baby Girl had both asked me to go out, but I was terminally lazy. Around midnight I finally rolled bar-ward, but I didn’t bother with a costume. When I got there, Bread was there (and as they say, he was obviously ‘feeling no pain’ — hehe). I said hi to him, he said we needed to talk, I got his phone number, and then although I smiled at him whenever I walked past or happened to catch his eye we never spoke again. It’s weird that you can spend seven years of your life with someone and then not talk to them for a month. I’d offered to maintain a friendship but he more or less vetoed the idea; having been there I understand the position, but it’s odd. I’m curious about how he’s doing, but I don’t feel like I have the ‘right’ to ask him for personal details… even though I once knew damn near every personal detail of his entire life.

Dorothy
Baby Girl as Dorothy

Anyway, I hung out with Baby Girl and Core, and Gorgeous and Rockstar, and Funk, and some other folks. I had a good time. Since the clocks changed the bar was open an extra hour, and we basically closed the place down. Then we went to Baby Girl & Core’s and hung out for awhile and drank cans of beer (well, I had a Gatorade ’cause I don’t really drink beer) and I got home around 4:30 and went to bed.

I’ve got resumes out and am hoping I get some emails tomorrow inviting me for interviews. Cross your fingers for me. I also have to go buy tags for the jeep, which will eat up pretty much all of my remaining cash.

In the evening tomorrow, I’m driving to Cedar Rapids to pick Snow up from the airport. It’ll be fun to hang out with him — I haven’t seen him in months, even though we’re allegedly in a band together — and he’ll pay me for my time, which is nothing a girl in my position can shake a stick at!

 

7 Responses to Hallowe'en

  1. Cootera says:

    Damn. Dman. Grab that redhead and just talk to him. Am I overesimplifying?

    Eh. Does it matter? Do I retain the right to his attention now? No, I don’t. Nuff said. -m

  2. Brad says:

    Funny how that extra hour can be magical sometimes.

    Makes you feel like you’re getting away with something! -m

  3. Dharma says:

    Wow. I just started reading you so I am bit confused, but I love your friends names. I totally understand that weird place of knowing everything and knowing almost nothing. Crossing fingers about work. Can you cross yours for me about work too? Thanks.

    Sure, babe. Let’s all get jobs this week! -m

  4. Jim@HiTek says:

    Say, Mushlette, do NOT forget that box under the stairs at the farm filled with artwork that someday I’d like to see on a wall somewhere (the artwork, not the box).

    Some of them were free, but several I paid good money for. Would not like to see them in the trash without a last look.

  5. one3y3 says:

    Good luck on landing those interviews. I hate looking for jobs!

    Thanks. Me too. -m

  6. Lynn says:

    I hate how you have to run into him when you are trying to get on with it. Sigh…. You seem to handle life’s shitty parts very well. You serve as my light.

    Damn I adore you, girl. I have got to get to your city and sit and chat and drink cocktails with you for, like, ten hours. And then we’ll get breakfast and disco nap all afternoon and get up and do our makeup for no reason whatsoever. -m

  7. shenry says:

    I totally want to party with you and your crew.

    Yes you do. They’re all drop dead gorgeous. For real. Even the ones with no teeth! -m