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Jun. 19th, 2004 01:22 amWhoo! Drunk! Tenth anniversary! I spelled that right! Right?
So, we had a reserved table right up front. I screamed a lot and clapped. I have multicolored confetti glitter pretty much coating both boobs, which is fine, I suppose. I pawed a few dancers, albeit in a mostly socially acceptable way. Mr. Glove got the Pontani Sisters to sign a picture for us, and they put "Happy Anniversary" on it, which was very sweet.
I made a matador jacket for Kicky. It should be shinier, but I'm not buying $100 worth of trim for her jacket... Anyway, she only wore it for about a minute. She did not listen (obey?) when I told her that matadors always wear hot pink socks, so I don't feel too bad about her jacket not having enough bling. Besides, she knows and I know that everyone is looking at her breasts, not her costume. Still, I keep hoping that one of these dancers iwth money will admire her costume and she'll tell them that I made it...
I wore the black grosgrain mules (super plain, pointed toe, low heel) that I wore at our wedding. It wasn't a conscious decision, but a fortuitous one. I haven't worn them since a couple of Halloweens ago--the first time I painted myself red, and there is red on the left shoe. It doesn't show in the dark. I did a sort of go-go dance for Mr. Glove's amusement, and it seemed that there were actuially people watching because there was a little applause. It didn't hurt, I suppose. that we were right up front under the lights.
We paid for a table and we shared it with two strangers. The girl was nice. The guy was trying to impress me with how fucked up he'd gotten at one point. I am 38 and I have lived an interesting life. Mr. Glove is 42 and he's an ex-drinker for a reason. I realize we both look much, much younger...but it's a bad idea to try to impress strangers with your drinking or drugging exploits. Chances are, you're talking to people who laugh at your supposed "excesses." So I stopped talking to him and made out with Mr. Glove ;)
I seriously need to go get waxed, since the logistics of having a waxed dancer chick are beyond me right now. Plus, there's the endorphin rush.
When I post while drunk, do you think it's funny or just sad?
So, we had a reserved table right up front. I screamed a lot and clapped. I have multicolored confetti glitter pretty much coating both boobs, which is fine, I suppose. I pawed a few dancers, albeit in a mostly socially acceptable way. Mr. Glove got the Pontani Sisters to sign a picture for us, and they put "Happy Anniversary" on it, which was very sweet.
I made a matador jacket for Kicky. It should be shinier, but I'm not buying $100 worth of trim for her jacket... Anyway, she only wore it for about a minute. She did not listen (obey?) when I told her that matadors always wear hot pink socks, so I don't feel too bad about her jacket not having enough bling. Besides, she knows and I know that everyone is looking at her breasts, not her costume. Still, I keep hoping that one of these dancers iwth money will admire her costume and she'll tell them that I made it...
I wore the black grosgrain mules (super plain, pointed toe, low heel) that I wore at our wedding. It wasn't a conscious decision, but a fortuitous one. I haven't worn them since a couple of Halloweens ago--the first time I painted myself red, and there is red on the left shoe. It doesn't show in the dark. I did a sort of go-go dance for Mr. Glove's amusement, and it seemed that there were actuially people watching because there was a little applause. It didn't hurt, I suppose. that we were right up front under the lights.
We paid for a table and we shared it with two strangers. The girl was nice. The guy was trying to impress me with how fucked up he'd gotten at one point. I am 38 and I have lived an interesting life. Mr. Glove is 42 and he's an ex-drinker for a reason. I realize we both look much, much younger...but it's a bad idea to try to impress strangers with your drinking or drugging exploits. Chances are, you're talking to people who laugh at your supposed "excesses." So I stopped talking to him and made out with Mr. Glove ;)
I seriously need to go get waxed, since the logistics of having a waxed dancer chick are beyond me right now. Plus, there's the endorphin rush.
When I post while drunk, do you think it's funny or just sad?
