well, not really a 'party' . . . it's more like a 'party pizza' . . . and i hate pizza.
regardless, on with the show!
we haven't done a whole lot lately, so i'll just stick with the highlights:
Thursday i chilled out at home after work, Angel took Roni and Almendra to Ton's Mongolian Grill.
Friday, Angel and i had a lovely dinner at The Mercado Juarez cafe and then came home to watch the first Final Destination that he'd downloaded - he hooks the computer up to the big TV and we watched it there. it was a great movie but made me feel self conscious and creeped out - way too logical even if it WAS over-dramatized.
Saturday was work and Glorianna's birthday.
now, she's been going with us the last few times we've gone to Fantasy Ranch so she's been wanting to check out the other half - Le Bare - where the dick dancers are. we tried telling her that we'd never heard a good word about the place and that everyone who's ever been there and talked was disappointed but she didn't want to hear it so after dinner at Ton's Mongolian we went. it was $5 for her and me and $10 for Angel.
we stayed for 20 minutes.
that comes to $1 per minute for us all, or $.33333 . . . per minute individually.
i don�t care about the money so much but i was my time back! to hell with the idea of a learning experience! that was sad, sad, sad. if you�ve ever seen that scene in Risky Business where Tom Cruise was dancing around in his jockeys, you have seen far better that the sock-stuffing butt-crack showing ass shaving fake package flopping �entertainment� available at that club.
yeah, we went to Fantasy Ranch. ($5 cover regardless of gender!)
after we got to The Ranch, it was all fun, all night. when we were cruising the circle for a seat we stopped at the dungeon and caught Adrian doing a beating so we stopped to watch - she is so awesome and really works at what she does so it's always a pleasure to catch her in action. we waited for her show to end and the guys to clear out so we could say hi. Angel bought her a shot and then her favorite song came on so she locked Glorianna in the cell and set to work on HER for two songs . . . we got pictures of when she put the leash on Glorianna and hooked it back to her own collar - it was the best! oh, yeah, did i mention she was in black with a dog collar and leash? YUM!
we finally found a seat in the pit - front and center of the main stage - and we stayed there all night tipping the girls we knew and the ones that were really working hard and picking great music. there were a few assholes throwing quarters on the stage and a pair of undercover cops watching to our right but for the most part it was a relaxed and fun evening. Glorianna had a great time and that was what mattered.
today, i slept until one and felt a little better but i still need to shower the smoke off of me - i was so tired last night i crawled up stairs and fell asleep reading a chapter waiting for Angel to get out of the bathroom. he is sleeping again now since he'd gotten out of bed and stayed out after his morning pee. he loves me and didn't want to disturb my sleeping! isn't that sweet? well, that and i threatened him with death if he woke me up . . .
that brings us to my rich internal life and the Technicolor world inside my mind . . .
i've come up with a new diet entitled 'The Fuck-it Diet'. i have become so seriously allergic or intolerant to so many different foods lately that if i ever met a chicken on the street i'd probably kick it's ass, pluck it bald, and have it arrested for public indecency.
i have decided that i just don't care anymore. (i have been sick and miserable and in so much constant pain lately that it may be going to my brain) i don't care if eating it will make my hands and feet swell and hurt. if it's yummy, i will consume! i don't care if that chicken-fried steak will cause massive digestive disruption, i will bite the hell out of it and savor every second! i don't care if the Sourdough Jack will simulate deep colon cleansing with Drano, i will eat it and lick my fingers clean! i will not run scared! you won't make me back down!
That week of not eating food gave me an all new view of a few things. i will eat things i don't even like and gain a new appreciation for them. i will start trying new things, too. i don't care if they *ARE* made with Velveeta . . . white trash food tastes good, too!
see, the reason i stopped eating all processed food and beef products was that they . . . well . . . i had a million ways of saying this nicely but why bother? they hit my stomach and make me nauseous, followed by cramping as it moves through my digestive tract and ending with an explosive visit to the bathroom in less than 3 hours!!! i feel like an ass-blaster from Tremors 3 when i'm in there and have to hold on to keep from getting blown across the fucking bathroom!
** by the way . . . did you ever SEE Tremors 3?? it baffled me why they made Tremors 2, but i could go with that. it was the third one that blew my mind completely. i mean, really, folks, it was so bad you can't tear your self away! it's like watching your underage drunk friend with about 10 warrants get out of his car and go piss on a cop's tires . . . you KNOW it's going to be bad but you're frozen there, watching, in stunned silence as he gets mouthy and takes a swing at the cop . . .
and reeeeealy, 'ass-blasters' . . . WHAT THE HELL KINDA NAME IS THAT?!?!?! it sounds like some exercise/torture device that Suzanne Sommers would get all dressed up in her leotard and do a infomercial for!
i can see it now . . . Suzanne is there, clenching and unclenching working that ass without even breaking a sweat and cheerfully telling you that *this* is how she stays in great shape and how this new Ass-Blaster has replaced the Butt-Master in her workouts, "And don't forget if you purchase NOW you get a copy of my Sommersize video set for HALF PRICE!" she cheerfully chirps. suddenly, Sally Struthers walks in telling you that after you buy the Ass-Blaster and diet plan, you can send all the money you are not spending on food to help feed the poor children in third world countries. She turns to Suzanne, "Except Ethiopia . . . i went there once and they tried to roast me on a spit and eat me while chanting 'Gloria, Gloria' and pulling at my hair!" and they giggle discreetly behind their hands . . .
it's sick, i tell you! **
in any event, i feel like just taking it all one meal at a time and dealing with the consequences as lately, i have been all stopped up inside anyways and my kidneys are angry at me, too. so, if i eat something sure to clean me out it can�t truly be all that bad of a thing, can it? and since i jacked up my lower back again, i can�t walk with Angel every night to try to fight the weight i just keep gaining due in part to this prolonged illness.
so there.
confessed on Sunday, Mar. 02, 2003