Wild Things

Hope your Halloween was scary awesome!  

Tee Hee

Last night's blog entry was fun, eh?  Reading it again today, it smells of tequila.

Last night was a ton of fun.  My only regrets are that we didn't stay longer and that we chose Denny's for our post-party meal.  White Castle would've been a better option, me thinks.  Probably not for poor Jimi, though, so maybe it was for the best.

I piggy-backed Karen most of the way to the car.  We were obnoxious with the police officers standing outside the club; but a good kind of obnoxious, the sort that had them laughing along with us.  There was no threat of handcuffs or pepper spray.

Everyone loved Jimi's costume.  Several people approached and asked to take pictures of/with him.  It was pretty damned impressive - as soon as Karen and Gary wake up today, they should be emailing pics so I will have evidence to back up all this smack I'm talking.

We saw part of the drag show, twice.  I gave a couple of dollars to a man named Hurricane dressed as Tina Turner who sang a song about not being able to eat a big hairy beaver.  A tall black woman came on stage in a barely-there pair of boy shorts and a couple of ammo belts and some big black X's made from electrical tape across her nipples; I don't care if she did have a penis, her body was smokin'.  A couple of guys dressed in elaborate get-ups consisting of black leather and mirrored light-up panels and a scepter and mirrored masks watched the show in front of us, and everyone in our group wondered what they were until Karen and I finally asked - Lady Gaga.  It was a total OH YEAH moment after they told us; once you heard that, it was obvious.  One of the performers in the show was not a drag queen - he was a ridiculously sexy muscular pretty boy with dance moves that made me remember something Tabitha once said to me when we were watching a man dancing at a bar:  "If he can move like on a dance floor, imagine how he moves in bed."  Indeed.  This man was fine, and while he started out his number in jeans and a t-shirt, those were done away with quickly and nothing but a little black g-string remained to protect his privacy.  Watching the huge lines that formed where men and women waited their turn to stuff money into his man panties, I'd say he did quite well for himself last night.  And I wonder how many of those dollar-bill-stuffing hands tried to wander and cop a feel?

We danced a little.  I'm a horrible dancer, but after a few shots of tequila the atmosphere of the place was getting into my blood.  I start watching all these people move to the beat and I can't stop myself from moving too, even if I know I look like a fool. No one else cares if I look like a fool, either; no one is paying attention to me.  I'm invisible.

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Jimi's helping Steve put up a fence today.  I'm supposed to be working on work that I've brought home - a month's worth of trailer movements that are supposed to be entered every day but I've not had time so they've just been piling up and now I have to go to another one of those meetings in 2 weeks and getting this shit entered is just the beginning of what i've got to get done and oh my gosh if i think about it too much i might explode...

I'm going to get this one part done.  Then later this week, I'll get the next part done.  And so on and so forth.

And when i finish this part today, i'm probably going to spend the rest of my day getting high and playing Sims 3.  And then I'll eat all the Halloween candy before the trick or treating starts and we won't have anything to give out to the kids and I'll feel like a jerk and they'll egg our house and cars. 

Happy Halloween!

My Momma came over and carved pumpkins with me tonight.  My Momma is so amazing and wonderful and awesome.  We laughed and talked and toasted pumpkin seeds and smoked cigarettes and laughed and got near tears when we started talking about the brother, but we moved away from the topic quickly and continued to talk and laugh and smoke our smokes.

I made a LOVE pumpkin:

Momma made a Lady Liberty that turned out awesome and I'm mad I didn't get a picture of it.  

Then she put on Jimi's mask and danced in the dining room a bit, and I took pictures of that, but it was with her camera, which means those pics will never see the light of the internet.  

I love my Momma.  

OH!  Jimi's costume won the company costume contest.  He's currently putting on the finishing touches before our GAY BAR DEBUT tomorrow night.  There will be many pictures to follow, some how, some way.  

So, yesterday was Halloween.

I really did have Indian food for breakfast, too. It wasn't noon, more like 12:30/1 o'clock, but close enough. Except for too much anise in the Masala Chai, it was delicious, thanks for asking.

We drove by the house - I wanted to see if the trees in the yard are changing and what the leaf situation is going to be next fall when we're doing the yard work. Most of the leaves are just your plain boring brown, with the exception of one tree in the back - it was on fire with reds and oranges and yellows. At least there's one. There weren't many leaves in the yard, but honestly, it doesn't matter. As if I'm going to rake a yard that size. Yards that size are why God invented riding mowers and gave me a job that allows for a lot of disposable income. And, the way I look at it, if you're paying a grand or two for a riding mower, that bitch better mulch, too. That's all I'm saying.

They've put the "SOLD" signs on top of the "For Sale" signs in the yard. That was neat to see. "That's RIGHT! This house is OURS!!! SOLD to US!" That's kinda how I felt. It's all very exciting.

When I moved back to Louisville 3.5 years ago, I had an almost-instant popularity within my new social circle. Within 3 months, I was going out every night and on the invite list to every party my little heart desired, and I loved it. I felt like I'd finally found my niche. Then I met Jimi, and something in my world shifted. Hooking up with him opened doors for even more parties and events, and I knew the only reason I was there was because I was on his arm. That was okay - I just wanted to be with him. Time went on and we withdrew into each other more and more, the going out stopped, the party invites started drying up. That's what happens when you don't leave your house. This Halloween season, we were invited to several parties, gatherings, events. We didn't go to any of them. We didn't even seriously discuss ideas for costumes. Last night we started a fire in our back yard, a feat which would've moved much more quickly had the wood not been soaked from the rain we had all night Friday. But, it was good, dry, split wood before it got rained on, and with the help of a half gallon of lighter fluid, the contents of 3 months of lint trays, half a newspaper, and a dozen or so toilet paper rolls, the fire was finally roaring and warm. Jimi opened the living room window and turned the TV and speakers so they faced out, and then we sat in not-really-for-outside-but-we-use-them-outside-anyhow chairs and watched the remastered version of "Night of the Living Dead", which AMC was conveniently showing all night. YAY FOR OUTDOOR THEATER!!! We had booze and smokes and our favorite person and our wild & crazy dog, and our silly kitty - who needs a stinkin' Halloween party when we have all this? I just really like being at home, okay?

The house was COLD this morning. I guess I turned the furnace off at some point in the last couple of weeks and never turned it back on. It was 70 on Friday, though. I mean, I can see how the thing may have gotten turned off. But this morning, it was below 40 outside. I'm pretty sure our inside temp wasn't much higher. (The thermostat was pegged below 50, but that thermostat also says it's only 60 in here right now. In other words, the thermostat is fucked, so I don't give much credence to what it reads.) The house got nice and toasty while I ran to the grocery, though, so I'm hoping Jimi will eventually get out of bed and make breakfast. Like he promised.

I remembered yesterday that I had never brought in the books from our last garage sale extravaganza. I'd purchased at least a dozen light fiction novels for about a quarter a piece, and they were still in the trunk of my car. I finally finished Huck Finn yesterday, and now I'm ready for something a bit more modern.

It's November 1st. T-minus 29 days till the tax credit runs out. We've got our fingers crossed for a closing date within the next 2 weeks. I want to move. I want to be in our new home. I want Jimi to be back to normal and not on edge with stress. I want I want I want.

I've got your Super Hero right here.

I has a costume. Sorta. I'm going to be Marvel Girl (in green, on the right) - it fits with the theme for Sunday's party/wedding, it's not painted-on, skin-tight (well, I guess it's supposed to be, but mine won't be), and it's even kinda cute. It'll work with the new hairs, too. We (Jimi) bought the fabric and pattern for the dress last night, along with the mask-materials. Let me tell ya, if you've ever fantasized about how awesome it would be to make your own clothes, you may want to reconsider. We cut out patterns and fabric last night - talk about tedious! It didn't take nearly as long as I'd thought it would, but I was tired and wanted to go to bed. It made for less work tonight, though, so again, I need to thank my lucky stars that my fantastic boyfriend is not a procrastinator like me.

Tonight I have to find a pair of white satin gloves that come to my elbows, then I have to dye them yellow to match the belt and boots. I was worried I'd have to drive all the way to the mall, to Claire's, but I just remembered that I can find what I need at David's Bridal, which is considerably closer. Jimi needs claw-colored nail polish, too. (It's a blog, Natalie, not a shopping list.)

I've got a million things to do at work today, so I should get to them. Happy Thursday!