One Year Blog-iversary Post 2(dle)

FIRE! Just kidding. Ha. I haven’t gotten a chance to see Friday Night Lights as of late because of all the rehearsals and such, but maybe I’ll try to watch it when it comes on next week. I don’t think my Grandma Schmidt would have liked a “program” about football in Texas, but maybe. She might have enjoyed a musical about recluses on Long Island though. That’s a little more certain. Gwenners, when are we going to see Grey Gardens? Let’s go soon. You have to watch the documentary first. Dooo iiiiit. Oh, and Gwenners, am I going to be your new gym date on Tuesdays now that Darladiva is never free and now I AM? Let’s work that out (ha). If we stick to it, perhaps we can fit into those cat suits we plan on wearing this Halloween. Perhaps. It’s a goal, anyway. And if we DON’T fit into the cat suits, we can just go as characters from Heroes (cuz that won’t be passé by October). Pshaw! Do you know what the stars say for me today? DO YOU? I’m speaking to all of you now, not just Gwenners.

“Things could be up and down for you today, dear Libra. You might experience some confusion as a result of communications snafus or computer glitches that affect financial issues you are trying to solve. Persevere and you will succeed. Don't be surprised if you are recruited to join a project that is totally new to you. You may be apprehensive at first, but you will do just fine. Go ahead and say yes.”

I hope this means I’m going to be in a threeway or fourgie soon. Do you think that’s what it means? It could also mean that I look like a kangaroo. One never really knows. Do kangaroos have strong livers, because that would be f’ing cool? Macoosh (who first inspired me to be a blogger) don’t you think that would be cool? You know who’s cool? Madame Renea Knight. And why? Because thanks to Macoosh inspiring me, and me inspiring her (she was also inspired by others, but I am taking the credit HERE) MRK now has her own blog. YAYYYYYY.

The last time I went to Marie’s was a lovely time indeed. It provided for a very eventful Sunday morning that was well spent. I don’t think that Joseph Gordon Levitt is Mr. Moodle, but he was a decent Mr. Moodle for right noodle (not Noodle, she will be mentioned in a bit). Also, not Mr. Moodle, it would seem, is Myster Ian. What up with that? Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try, sort of. Well, I just have to hope that Mr. Moodle is here in the best city in the world, New York City. I think that is feasible. Niwa, do you think that is feasible? I mean, you met your Mr. Moodle here. He’s freaking hott. So hott I have to end this post for now...

Halloween? Whence did thee become LAME?

I am so over Halloween. The BF made orange cocktails, carved a pumpkin (last weekend), and played scary music while we got ready to go to the human traffic jam/true nightmare that is the Halloween Parade in the Village. All we (although not so much me) wanted to do was to show off our Grey Gardens costumes at Maries, sing a showtune or two and go on our merry way. Easier said than done. It was an absolute jumble-fuck trying to get there. The BF decided we had to walk the 30 blocks or so, and even if he hadn't decided that, a cab was impossible. I was in heels that I bought for $1. Not so comfy. I took them off and sacrificed the feet of my three pairs of stockings. What the fuck ever, I WAS IN PAIN. Once in the Village we made it across the street to Maries but could not actually GET there because of angry angry hippos, I mean police, who wanted us to die. We had to walk (some more) around the very full (I'm talking body to body wall to wall annoying pretty pretty princesses elbowing me in the side to get by) block to get there. We get there and there are no regulars. Who are all these people and who told them about this gem of a dive piano bar? Whoever it is should die. To top it off, some other queen was wearing almost exactly what I was wearing. Keep in mind I had to make most of my costume, so this was most annoying. Stupid fag has the same damn idea I had. Stupd McStupid. So, we left. We tried Rose's Turn, but it was even worse. So we decided we would try to get a cab. We were not successful for a long long time. By this point my feet are DYING. I had a quick grievance ceremony for them once we finally got into a cab. I thought FOR SURE, the night was through, but The BF insisted on going to one more bar. Fine. It was still pretty early. We got drinks and I sat in a corner watching a Bat and Dorothy dance. He went out to smoke and was gone forever. He was gone for 30 minutes. I finally got pissed and paranoid and went to find him. As I was walking out he was on his way back in. "Oh, I'm glad you came out here, I want you to meet my new friend, he loves Grey Gardens!" I will cut this new "friend" who's young and cute. Mm mm no. Whatever, I got mad at The BF and told him I was leaving. He gave in and thank god, I rushed to the corner with my now bare feet and grabbed a cab home. All in all it was a mish mash jumble of mish mosh and puh puh, no thank you.

Please someone, can you have a party next year? I simply CANNOT do this again.

fin

Tonight I'm going to relax and watch tv and try not to think about work or Halloween or anything. Yay!

I should have gone as a Magna-Doodle.