Happy Halloween!
Yes - it's that time of year when I get to be my bad self and everyone thinks it's just for fun. Well, what do they know around here, right?
Most people are looking at me like I'm nuts but I don't care. If the bad hoo-doo gets you don't come crying to ME. Dig?
I'm still feelin' the hurt from Saturday night. Ugh. But I had a lot of fun. It was a little colder than I would have liked - of course, laying on the bathroom floor half the night probably didn't HELP my body temperature! LOL!
Ah, yes. So Steve was agreeable and took me up to the street party near where he lives. I looked hideous. And it was great. Dressed up as the Wicked Witch of the West (appropriately). Green paint EVERYWHERE. Spray painted the hair gray - it was so horrible it looked (and FELT) like a cheap wig. Even had the fake warty nose and chin! It was GREAT!
I was ugly as hell, too. Couldn't even stand to look at myself in the mirror! LOL! The only bad part was I couldn't drink anything because the nose and chin kept getting in the way! I had to take a straw with me in order to be able to drink anything! LOL!
It was really neat walking around seeing all the costumes. Some of them were pretty good. There were a LOT of "batmans" running around. And, of course, all of the girls had to wear as little clothing as possible. WTF is up with THAT? One is not supposed to be and "angel" or a "princess" for Halloween you ninnies! You're supposed to be something SCARY! Hello! Humph!
I lost my poor chin about halfway thru the night. It was loose from where I kept laughing. I kept having to stick it back on. About midnight or so we went to a club with another friend of ours.
It was rather dead there for some odd reason. But no matter - I got to sing and dance and act a fool.
And then somewhere - in the midsts of my inebriated brain a voice said, "you must have the tequila". So, of course, I did! Dumb, dumb dumb. Why do I listen? I should have said, "fuck that!" and had a diet coke. But no.
Alas, that was my downfall. The belly said "WTF is this? I don't like it - it's outta here!"
But you know - I still managed to tell someone where I was going, calmly find the can, pull my hair back, situate myself comfortably before the porcelain god and patiently wait for the inevitible. Then I was fine. For the most part.
Later when we got home I decided that "you know - I don't think I want all this stuff in my system anymore 'cause I'm going to get sick later. Let's just speed this process up a bit." It was finger down the throat time. Made poor Steve ill so he left me to my own devices which was fine.
I managed to smear green facepaint all over his toilet and bathtub. Ew! Then I nearly froze to death on the floor. (I have a very very low tolerance to the cold).
Finally, Steve decided that the only way to get me warm was to put me in a hot bath. Now, mind you it's about 5am (I think). So we get into the tub and I'm bleeding green and black paint everywhere. But I'm finally warm. Poor guy is covered in green and black paint and his tub is a mess.
Out of the tub I'm bundled in long johns, socks, shoes, a tshirt and a sweatshirt. Then under 3 blankets. Ah! Finally warm.
About 6 hours later I awaken. If that's what you want to call it. I moan piteously and crawl shaking to the bathroom. Must brush teeth! I'm still intoxicated and paying a heavy price for my foolishness.
I manage to take a shower, wash my hair (it was full of white temporary paint)and get the last bits of green and black from me. That was my entire effort for the day. I crawled back into bed only partaking of the Pepto Bismol. Pathetic. And I was shaking from the tequila. That stuff always gives me the shakes for some reason. Even if I only have one or two shots. Weird.
It's fair to say I was pretty miserable yesterday. A few crackers, a little water (the belly was still angry with me about the whole alcohol thing)and lots of Pepto.
Today I've still got a touch of a headache - I think I just may be dehydrated. I'm hiding out right now. There's some bigwig here who's trying to round up everyone for lunch - "come listen to me blab at lunch ye underlings!" But I don't want to go. It's another one of those pointless things. More rah rah crap and nothing ever improves for US.
Apparently if you're caught in the hallway by the sea hag you're told you HAVE to go and they expect you to show up. But I'm hiding. I've got a lot of things to do today and I can't get stuck there. But I have to wait a little longer to make sure the coast is clear.
Tonight I'm going to put my nose and chin back on and head up to mom and dads to pass out candy or walk around. The dog is going to go nuts. HA! My camera battery died so I couldn't get a picture of myself.
Somehow in the course of the evening's events I ended up with a green feather boa. How I managed this I haven't a clue. But it seemed to match the color of my skin! LOL!
The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 11:05 AM
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