*smooch* (ldy) wrote,

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freaking out, just a very little bit

*ringring* Guy on phone. Sounds just like my Poet.

"Hey, Almost Wicked Stepmother. You're making my Dad younger and turning his hair darker. It was silver, now it's like a dark grey. I expect you to get it really dark by the time you're my Really Wicked Stepmother. Oh, and I got my hair dyed. It's, like, really white now. You wanna talk to my Dad?"


Kid's got a gig tonight. Wishing I could see him play out. He's such a rock star.

Instead, I will either stay home, or head to a Xanadu party. What is a Xanadu party? Beats the hell out of me. But it's 80s-clothing optional (but not clothing-optional).

Show last night was wild. I never thought I'd see Dragonmaker Jack and the Pirate work together again. But they did. And they did really well. Everybody was into necrophilia. The rest of us got drunk on jello shots. Then we had a party and cuddled and hugged and kissed each other and half-danced to ambient music. Then M and I went up to the hill to howl at the moon, dance in the light of a huge bonfire and see Kornboy, who just got out of jail. Just before passing out in his truck, xso asked me to keep him in mind if I wanted to bear beautiful Irish-looking children anytime soon. I was immediately whisked away to dance something that resembled the bastard child of a waltz and the latin hustle by the man who had freaked out and started breaking things at my last party. At three AM, when I arrived home, my boyfriend called me from Florida to tell me that he was lying in the road singing songs and wasn't rum nice?

I awoke at 9am to my cat tickling me, and the realization that none of the above was a dream.

Is this a normal life? I need to know.

I'm off to the stately pleasure dome on rollerskates to see Gene Kelly. See you laters :)

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