the last couple of days were pretty fucked up.
having lived them, they seemed that way, anyway.
on friday night, i painted something between a sugar skull and something i'd seen in a vodun video(the Misfits influence is pretty obvious as well...)
and went to the school's midnight showing of the homecoming stage production--Rocky Horror Show.
it was really fucking awesome--i'd never seen the stage version, but the crowd interaction was the same as the movie for the most part.
yeah, i did the time warp again...
on halloween, only worked until 8, came home and having failed to procure a proper costume, painted on a fairly elaborate and traditional sugar skull
, blacked out my teeth again and hit the street.
my buddy James had grown a boss mustache this summer and at some point, got called out for looking exactly like david cross, so naturally, he shaved a bald spot in his head and pulled off a mean Tobias...
"never nude!" he shouted as he pulled off his hoodie at the bar.
the only difference between how he looked and this pic is that James was wearing white briefs over his shorts.
a disappointingly small number of people understood his costume....kinda made it funnier.
meanwhile, i pretty much creeped people out except for the handful of latinos i noticed eyeballing me with a bit of recognition.
i decided that halloween costumes, like alcohol, doesn't change one's personality, it exposes it.
the clock turned back an hour, giving everyone a not-very-needed extra hour of drinking. surprisingly, i didn't get very drunk, but at the end of the night, i was hanging out outside the bar with Kristen,the girl i refer to as 'my mormon friend,' and some dude named tony. we noticed a girl dressed as a not-quite-slutty taxi driver seemed to be in some distress; she'd lost her purse, wallet, keys, phone and friends. i invited everyone to come over to my place for omelettes and coffee. i don't know why i do this, but it seems like every time i invite people over, i cook for everyone but myself. it was 4am before Kristen offered to take the unknown people home. Tony went, but the taxi driver girl, Kendra, stayed, taking advantage of my offer of a safe place to stay until she could get shit figured out the next day. she was a good 3 inches taller than me and being that i fit perfectly within the armrests of my couch when prone, i told her that she'd probably be more comfortable and was welcomed to sleep in my bed with me. she accepted and we ended up lying in the dark talking about ghosts. i didn't put the moves on her, but i wouldn't have stopped her if she would have put the moves on me. she didn't.
just before noon i heard my cellphone go off. almost exactly when it stopped ringing, my alarm clock went off. i got up, hit the snooze bar and grabbed my phone to hear the voicemail. it was from someone who i'd never given my number, looking for Kendra...i was the last person they'd seen her with. before the nine minutes had passed until the next alarm went off, my doorbell started ringing at a furious rate. as i hurried to throw on a hoodie, the door started knocking like cops. "hold on, i hear ya!" i yelled at the door.
i opened it and two younger girls were standing there..."are you (my name)?... is Kendra here?"
these chicks were totally bitchy and uptight, with an accusatory attitude and a berating tone. i mean, i can understand them being worried about their friend and all, but i was totally innocent, and i could tell they assumed i was guilty of something or another. besides, how the hell did they find out who i am and where i live? i wasn't having it. "relax, Kendra's in the bathroom." when she came out of the bathroom, these girls, apparently her friend and roommate, tore into her with the stern mom-style guilt-trip lecture. i resented their tone and was increasingly offended...here they were scolding this girl in my living room and they hadn't even introduced themselves to me! i sat there in my long underwear and said nothing. i had nothing nice to say.
then, just as violently as they'd entered, they were all gone and i began writing my account of the halloween holiday of 2009.
having lived them, they seemed that way, anyway.
on friday night, i painted something between a sugar skull and something i'd seen in a vodun video(the Misfits influence is pretty obvious as well...)
and went to the school's midnight showing of the homecoming stage production--Rocky Horror Show.it was really fucking awesome--i'd never seen the stage version, but the crowd interaction was the same as the movie for the most part.
yeah, i did the time warp again...
on halloween, only worked until 8, came home and having failed to procure a proper costume, painted on a fairly elaborate and traditional sugar skull
, blacked out my teeth again and hit the street.my buddy James had grown a boss mustache this summer and at some point, got called out for looking exactly like david cross, so naturally, he shaved a bald spot in his head and pulled off a mean Tobias...
"never nude!" he shouted as he pulled off his hoodie at the bar.
the only difference between how he looked and this pic is that James was wearing white briefs over his shorts.
a disappointingly small number of people understood his costume....kinda made it funnier.
meanwhile, i pretty much creeped people out except for the handful of latinos i noticed eyeballing me with a bit of recognition.
i decided that halloween costumes, like alcohol, doesn't change one's personality, it exposes it.
the clock turned back an hour, giving everyone a not-very-needed extra hour of drinking. surprisingly, i didn't get very drunk, but at the end of the night, i was hanging out outside the bar with Kristen,the girl i refer to as 'my mormon friend,' and some dude named tony. we noticed a girl dressed as a not-quite-slutty taxi driver seemed to be in some distress; she'd lost her purse, wallet, keys, phone and friends. i invited everyone to come over to my place for omelettes and coffee. i don't know why i do this, but it seems like every time i invite people over, i cook for everyone but myself. it was 4am before Kristen offered to take the unknown people home. Tony went, but the taxi driver girl, Kendra, stayed, taking advantage of my offer of a safe place to stay until she could get shit figured out the next day. she was a good 3 inches taller than me and being that i fit perfectly within the armrests of my couch when prone, i told her that she'd probably be more comfortable and was welcomed to sleep in my bed with me. she accepted and we ended up lying in the dark talking about ghosts. i didn't put the moves on her, but i wouldn't have stopped her if she would have put the moves on me. she didn't.
just before noon i heard my cellphone go off. almost exactly when it stopped ringing, my alarm clock went off. i got up, hit the snooze bar and grabbed my phone to hear the voicemail. it was from someone who i'd never given my number, looking for Kendra...i was the last person they'd seen her with. before the nine minutes had passed until the next alarm went off, my doorbell started ringing at a furious rate. as i hurried to throw on a hoodie, the door started knocking like cops. "hold on, i hear ya!" i yelled at the door.
i opened it and two younger girls were standing there..."are you (my name)?... is Kendra here?"
these chicks were totally bitchy and uptight, with an accusatory attitude and a berating tone. i mean, i can understand them being worried about their friend and all, but i was totally innocent, and i could tell they assumed i was guilty of something or another. besides, how the hell did they find out who i am and where i live? i wasn't having it. "relax, Kendra's in the bathroom." when she came out of the bathroom, these girls, apparently her friend and roommate, tore into her with the stern mom-style guilt-trip lecture. i resented their tone and was increasingly offended...here they were scolding this girl in my living room and they hadn't even introduced themselves to me! i sat there in my long underwear and said nothing. i had nothing nice to say.
then, just as violently as they'd entered, they were all gone and i began writing my account of the halloween holiday of 2009.
kmk:
hahahaaa...boobs may help, but i had on my wsu t-shirt, paul frank pj bottoms on and converse. i would like to think it was my smile, lol! i hope you had a fabulous halloween. kiss. kmk.