pUnK vs. PrEp

The mohawk didn’t happen. :( And the pink didn’t really show up (not the REAL pink anyway). The front was sprayed pink last minute. The dye turned it a plumy-purple that you can’t really see. But, all that aside, it was a good night. I was sick but Zicam helped a bit. However, honey-lemon cough drops give beer a slightly odd yet entirely enjoyable flavor. Good times. We went to Beth’s and got dressed and headed downtown in the town car. We rocked, you know it. We get to Café Caribe and the dining crowd is still there. We appear to be the only 80s people. *sweet* We enjoy the stares. Finally an older woman comes up to me in the bathroom:

“Is it 80s night or something tonight?”
I was tempted to say “No, why?” but she was being nice so I nodded and said, “indeed.”
“You look great. Seriously. I know you weren’t really around in the 80s, but you’re outfit takes me back to high school.” She smiles, wide-mouthed, “It’s great.”
“Thanks.”

Slowly, the 80s crowd emerge in various hues of blues and blacks and pinks. We sang, we danced, we got beer and other such liquids spilled on us by those who shall remain nameless. Will came on Ilene, again. *sigh* can’t take him anywhere.

After much fun and the finale of “thriller” we headed to, where else, pita pit. Oh the looks. Oh the fun. The best part of the evening occurred as we waited for our taxi. Beth was hiding inside uppercrust and Lark and I were on the sidewalk. A man passes, “It’s not Halloween!!” he says quite rudely.
“It’s 80s night, jackass”
“Do you even HAVE a home?” Lark can be mean when she’s been drinking and/or eating pitas. I almost wet myself.

Good times. Good times.

I'm stupid....

therefore I do stupid things. Sounds logical. Mountain out of mole-hill -- no one does it better than me. Sometimes I wish I could just shut my mind off and then my mouth would shut itself and I wouldn't say or do anything stupid. I do not think before I speak and I've learned again why I need to work on that. But what do you do when you just feel like something isn't right and while you're trying to put your finger on what it is that's wrong, you poke at something that was fine to begin with? Stupid, tommi. Bad, tommi.


In other news, I'm taking the freak show on the road. 80's night. pUnK vs. PrEp. I'll be sporting a pink and black mohawk, pink fishnets under my ripped jeans and huge earrings. Hopefully by now you've realized that I'm obviously going prep.... I keed... I keed.... It'll be fun times. I'm thinking of taking the show down to lucky's but I don't know that I'll meet their dress requirements...

'T'was beauty killed the beast

Christmas was fantastic. It was good to spend time with my family. Harry Potter wasn't under my tree but there was $$$ earmarked for such a treat. I read three books in one day and went into Harry overload. I've decided to take a break from my wizard love; I don't want the relationship to grow stale so early on.

Movies… I saw Syriana, which I thought to be an excellent political thriller. The final scene isn’t one I would have opted for but I don’t get paid to make those kind of decisions so I guess it doesn’t matter what I’d opt for. I really enjoyed the writing and the cinematography, which is surprising because I was extremely disappointed by Traffic when I saw it. I’m strange I guess. Maybe Ashley’s right, it’s because I’m more interested in the topic covered by Syriana. I also saw King Kong. I’ve never cried so hard because a monkey died in my life. I loved that overgrown guy. His big brown eyes were like Scout’s. That said, movie is hella long. And, thank you, Peter Jackson, for freaking me out with your bloody spiders and creepy crawlies. Massive creepy crawlies. I got the willies right there in the theatre and about crawled out of my skin. *Shudders* I had some issues with the movie – some parts that didn’t connect, some acting concerns… Jack Black was great, unfortunately he plays the “bad” guy and I really didn’t like him at all and Black deserves to be adored in all his roles.

I had a really odd day the day I went to see King Kong. I ended up running into people I never expected to see and each encounter was a bit stranger than the last. It was nuts. Ask Beth.

I’ve given up dark beer. *sobs* Guinness is no longer part of my life. We’re currently separated. It’s a sad day at Christie’s when such a relationship ends. I’m trying to turn over a new leaf. No beer. Working out. The working out part isn’t a problem and is actually quite a bit of fun. I laugh at myself constantly and I thoroughly enjoy taking the tommi-show on the road. The beer part… It should be easy. I didn’t drink beer for the longest time. Unfortunately I’ve become somewhat of the beer snob and find them quite the pleasant lil’ treat. I can do it. I’ve done it before. *coughmormonscough* I’m actually going to put myself in a slightly awkward situation Friday and see how I handle it sans drink in hand.

In other news, I’ve just spent too many hours building my engagement ring on bluenile. *sigh* With all the other engagements, I felt a little left out so… a girl can dream, I suppose.