Monday, January 02, 2006 Ring in the new
For 2006, I would like newer, better lungs and an end to the too-tenacious-to-be-a-cold, too-mild-to-be-much-else plague that I've had for the past three weeks. I would also like a damn bit of common sense, so I can learn to stay out of smoky rooms until this thing subsides.
It was worth it, though, to go to the End of the World party last night. I wore a shimmering golden prom dress that I painstakingly ruined for an hour so it looked like I'd been through some kind of disaster. I slashed it, burned it, and stomped it in the dirt. I ratted my hair out in all directions, and put on too much crooked eyeliner and too much dark lipstick, just like it was 10th grade again. I knew that anything after the apocalypse meant that people had to go around in military gear, so I wore a jaunty little soldier's cap as well. I looked like a jaunty little soldier.
That's a lie: with my fucked up makeup and slatternly dress, I looked like Courtney Love. Then I got plastered, which I'm sure added to the impression.
At midnight, I kissed Tracy, who was resplendent in his own right as the glamorous referee of the apocalypse. Later I blew a paper horn, and later still I worked at the Wheel of Misfortune. "Do you dare?" Step right up, one dollar. Players spun a plywood wheel for a chance to win prizes like a free shot, roller derby merchandise, a kiss (scandalous, I know), or a chance to arm wrestle a roller girl. It was odd to have so many people theatrically pretend to lose to me. After that, it was time for full-contact musical chairs, and I never saw my hat again.
Today I had a nice breakfast with Tracy, thought about making some kind of vegetarian Hoppin' John so I'd have good luck all year, and realized that I didn't feel like going to the trouble to cook the black-eyed peas. Also, I am still mad at the band of the same name for "My Humps", and I think that would taint any real peas I would fix.
It was a nice lazy day. Everybody I live with was home tonight, and we all sat around the living room hanging out for the first time in a while, and then most of us went to a diner and had coffee and ridiculous deserts. The one I ordered turned out to be a slab of solid cool whip, but I am a jaunty little soldier, and I ate it right up.
2006: So far, so good. Happy New Year. posted by Frenzy Lohan | 1/02/2006 01:49:00 AM
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