dear booze liquor,
why do i drink so much of you? and on a work night? so bad!
hate,
Twyla.
ugh. last night was a shit show. I got really drunk at the the Pumpkin Carving contest at the SHip (my precious Craigger won the contest - he got a stainless steel mini fridge! what a guy! so awesome! i heart him!)(if he fucking sets that fridge up in the bedroom I'll have a fucking heart attack.)
Forbidden Dimension played, but i went to see the Dudes at the Point. I think i thought I hated seeing Craig with his face painted up all ghouly, but when I met up with him later, he did look really cute. my little guy!
Here's my costume: Aviator Goggles that Bob wears on his motorbike, and a huuuuggggee C.B. Radio with an antenna that pulled out to approximately 30 feet. I was "Space-Mall Security" and it was awesome. I can't take credit for the brilliantness of the costume, for Bob had worn it out the night before, but I thought it was the raddest thing. I had to bribe him with Perrier and Gatorade to get him to lend me the goggles, though. And I had to fake laugh at parts of Zoolander to keep on his good side, too. (Zoolander is the worst movie in the world, PS!)
As I was walking home, it was probably 2:30am, and I was alone, walking down 4th street, and this dude rides up on his bike (george!)and he just started riding beside me, talking, and next thing I know, we're on the old couch on Craigs front porch together, drinking beer! Not kissing or anything - we were talking about Ukrainian Christmas, and ghost stories from local hotels, and how he lives in the Grey Nun building. Then Craig pulled up in a cab and I felt sort of guilty for some reason. But Craig is my favourite boy ever, and he was just glad that the guy walked me home safe. I heard the guy saying to Craig, "...and I saw this crazy chick* walking down the street talking to herself on this huge walkie talkie..."
*ME being the "crazy chick"...ugh! Also I remember things like me and Randy totally dancing out on the dance floor at the dudes. Wait. Was that Randy? Or Andy? or Trevor? Shiiiit. I can't remember.
The Dudes are a phenomenal band.
My issue right now is with "slutty" costumes. Like, WHY do chicks feel the need to "get slutted up"... Last night at the SHip there were these 2 girls dressed as the VIctoria's Secret Girls/Angels and they were wearing only lace panties and lace bra? And the one with the white lace panties was scrubbing BLOOD off her crotch in the bathroom... I was like "WHAAAAAT THE FUCK?!" (and I actually did say it outloud)and she was like "tee hee...oopsie! a little blood!" and I was like "holy shit." but then we started talking about Vince Neil and I forgave her. shiver.
Last thing I remember is me laying in the bathtub and Craig telling me I was cute...
twyla
