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• However long it takes you to apply make up, it takes twice the amount of time to remove it.


• Weaves HURT.


• Wearing a costume that completely covers your true identity entitles you to get away with ANYTHING.


• Some people just shouldn't touch alcohol. Ever.


• Zamn should have a 'dance limit'. Otherwise, he exhausts all his moves and begins groping his own chest.


• ...Eugene. Need I write more.


• It was mine and Jaylin's 1st anniversary. She celebrated a little bit more than I did. OK, a LOT more.


• I like bourbon and coke. Add that to the list.

I might as well inform you unfortunate folk who couldn't go to Prom who I dressed up as. Certainly not a ZOMBIE... how pedestrian. Feast ye eyes on The Spirit of Jazzzzzzz!

The costume itself wasn't that hard to piece together - with exception to the top hat and tie - but the HAIR and MAKE UP? Took forever and a day. Call me impatient or anxious, but whenever I sit in one place too long, I start getting antsy and think about all the other things I could be doing with my time. Yet, those two things were pretty essential for the look so I had to acquiesce to the damn people's demands.



So I get to Prom and have a grand time. Problem is I don't have my own camera on me but a couple folk took many a photo with me... so I'm waiting and looking for any evidence Saturday night's activities. I know one thing's certain: Xtine loved my shit. How do I know this? Well, before I even saw her I heard her patented 'scream' (more like a wail) and then the hottest hermaphrodite mermaid (long story) ran my way. The rest of the night was complete blur... Bob spanked my ass... Jaylin hugged me a couple times... Mika kept looking at me like I was higher than her... I scared Bow... Pretty much mission accomplished.


Xtine & a person who looks not unlike me (with a weave).

Best moment happened when the Lounge was closing down: This mountain of a bearded Brit dude wearing a leather jacket and a cowboy hat with elaborate plumage came up with me saying "I know who ya arrrre! You're from the Mighty Boosh! You look fucking WICKED, man! The Spirit of JAZZ! Awesome, man. Awesome." I wish there were others around to see him. He looked to be a cross between Alan Moore and HAGRID, from Harry Potter. Maybe Ridley remembers, but she was busy trying to fetch a cab.

I'll probably edit this as the day progresses. My brain is still recovering. I didn't even write about SUNDAY...