High Drama

Monday, September 27, 2004

sleep deprivation and other fun altered states of consciousness

this saturday i got to dress up as a bavarian beer wench and help my friend jackie alteri with her work's oktober fest. it was great fun. 1st i hung out in the barnyard telling everyone the names of the goats and cow. and yelling at the children "dont chase the geese/goats/sheep/piglets!". then i went to hang out with jackie and help her be the pretzel wench. it was lovely. mostly just hanging out with jackie and her hubby aarron who i never get to see cuz they live in laplata. and they told me they werent going to pirate day! what!!!

that night i became a sleuthy spy and thru logical use of numbers i already knew of bill's phone number and some talking to people i never met before i eventually got him on the phone. haha! and now he says he knew it was me all along. harumph.

we have entirely too much fun emailing each other, but after running down his cell phone we decided that yes we should actually walk into the deep end and meet each other. which will be very interesting, on many different levels.

and so sunday i went to pirate day at ren fest. i decided in crownsville that i didnt want to get tehre at 10 so i stopped by to see jenny and steve and olivia and evelyn inside of jenny. great good fun. and olivia now calls me the 'shake shake pirate' cuz my hair jingles. i got to ren fest and had great good time with jackie waymire and her hubby randy. and family. i had my poofty blouse and stomacher and big boots and spandex leggings and maori tattooing and feathers, beads and shells braided into my hair. i was showing off my assets, as jackie said. i was cool and original. i was not one of the 400 jack sparrows nor one of the 250 (so it seemed) purple pimp pirates. what is that about? pirates do not wear purple crushed velvet coat and leggings and big hats with ostritch feathers fluffing off! huh.

i did get some good compliments and many stares. i can stare anyone down with my tattoos going on. right when i walked in the door some guy said "you look really good in that outfit." i said thank you and kept on walking. he was a pimp pirate. and one very cute guy i looked at, but he just smiled and kept on walking which made me think that the guy he was with was not his friend but his special friend. i have no gaydar. how can i cultivate that? huh.

and then after renfest bill and i wore down his cell phone again! yay fun! and then i couldnt sleep cuz of too much thinking. and now im tired and feel slightly not attached to my body.

now i must go home and eat, nap(?), practice zills, and go to belly dancing.

5 Comments:

At September 27, 2004 at 8:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now that sounds like some high drama! I love your wenchfit. Now back off the cell phone calls a bit. No one wants a $100 cell phone bill! I know bar wenches and belly dancers are supposed to come on strong but your in "normal attire now. You'll know your can roll your tummy and can just smile like you have a secret. You do. That's also the way you feel with glow in the dark undies that no one knows about.

 
At September 29, 2004 at 7:21 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Argh! i am a pirate!

 
At September 29, 2004 at 8:17 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

this guy and his cell phone... i dont know. maybe he has free nights and weekends. he should get a regular phone. do you have secrets?

 
At October 1, 2004 at 12:52 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I guess your glow in the dark undies secret is out.

 
At October 1, 2004 at 6:04 PM, Blogger Shannan said...

stop telling about my glow in the dark panties! (note i say panties. undies is just wrong) and as cat would say about such things: "holy freaking CRAP!". we would all be better for adding that adage into our lives.

 

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