Girls Tickle

To Helena's Heinous Halloween Hellaboloo, I wore a dress. The kind of stripy dress an eight year old girl might wear. It had a big orange lollipop suck to it. The kind of lollipop an eight year old girl might have. It showed off my chest hair wonderfully. The kind of chest hair... nevermind. What really set the costume off was the meat cleaver in my head and the blood running down my face and neck and chest. With any luck there will be a photo forthcoming.

On our arrival, max (the scariest person at this little hellaboloo) and I joined the small and sober party in the main room wherein we sat and politely made some small talk with a Nazi, as the the wolf of little-red-riding-hood fame stared vacantly at us from across the room (the pair looking as if little red was more likely to eat him alive than vice versa). It was decided between us that this was just like the waiting room in Betelgeuse (sp?) whereupon, just like in the film, in which you say his name and he appears, well, he only bloody well walked in the door didn't he?

Had I known that all it would have taken to get back in the dating-saddle(as it were) was to dress up like a half-butchered little girl with a beard and hairy chest I would have done it ages ago. But nobody told me - except the monkey of course, and for obvious reasons I thought he was 'yanking my crank.' HOwever, that's exactly what has happened. Finally.


Quasi-Mojo dressed up as a politician for halloween this year but i didn't see much of him because he thought he'd go the whole hog and spent much of his time doing cocaine with prostitutes in a hotel where his bill was being picked up by a well-wishing land-developer.

Last weekend, just to mention briefly, was great because among other things (or inter alia as they say in latin) Kerry came from Portland and now I know what a 'tossed salad,' a 'dirty sanchez,' and 'cleaveland steamer' are. Not empirically however - thank the sweet lord jesus. It was also a weekend in which life, love and friendship was officially elevated above sensible economics by lots of people to great effect.

Happy Birthdays respectively to Jo & Oz & Pam.