It seems that things may be calming down from the whirlwind activity of the Halloween season. Forget Xmas and Chanukah and all that garbage; this October was officially the season of no return. There were lots of big shows and lots of big news and even a 10-year high school reunion to go to! After all of that, holiday shopping is going to be like a walk in an overpriced and frenzied park.
Besides the weekly SpeakEasilys, there was also:
A fashion show for an awesome fetish designer. That show turned my hair dark, but I’m starting to like that slowly but surely.
A crazy Mexican wrestling bonanza called Lucha VaVoom in which I got to be a ring girl and escort the pink-pride wrestler Rosa Salvaje to his victorious match. (Does anyone have any picture of this?! The Indra lent me one of her beautiful showgirl gowns and I’ll probably never get to wear anything like that again! AND when am I going to see Bethanne escort two midgets again?!)
Lee Press on and the Nails final show at Rancho Nicasio! Thanks again to The Indra for rallying up the 2004 Olympic Apache Team. We KILLED in Marin. (How much milage can I get out of that joke? Billy, shut up.) AND we got to drive up there in Miss Lynda's hearse! Oh yes!
AND…on Halloween was Spectacular Spectacular at the DNA Lounge. The place was packed with a crowd who take Halloween VERY seriously, as only San Franciscan’s do. The show, which included a hot dog bun stage fire, The Adorable Doctor Phibes, The Cabinet of Doctor Calamari, and me as a RABID POODLE foaming Emergen-C at the mouth, was a success and I’m looking forward to our cast party this weekend. I might not use any Emergen-C for a while, though. Here’s some photographic evidence of the freak fest:
We the glamorous, pre-show.
Miss Eva Von Slut as Lady Arfington and me in poodle pants.
Gorilla X and Gorilla XX.
After all that, going to my 10-year high school reunion seemed rather tame. It’s really a fortunate thing that I had no time to think (keep moving! Like a shark! Look over there!) because otherwise I might have gotten all squirrely about the reunion. Bullard Knights can do that to a gal. But honestly, besides the racial-slur-hurling LCDs (Lowest Common Denominators) and the usual dramas, high school wasn’t all that bad for me. I really had nothing to prove to anyone. In fact, I found myself just giving partial answers to anyone who actually bothered to ask what I was up to. The friends I had planned to go with couldn’t make it, but I dragged Brett along and he kept me laughing and drinking and sane the whole night. I reconnected with a few people I was very happy to see. The rest had either become bloated or bald. By 11pm, I was ready to go.
Oh, there is other BIG news as well…but I’ll get to that later. For now, I think I’ll leave work and ponder my future at the gym.
