R
R is for Happy
Birthday to me!
Okay, kidding.
R is for Rabbit. Did I mention the bar ran out of Southern Comfort last
night. Guess it was all that trying to teach the str8 guy to drink, and
he ran away. I digress. R is for rabbit. Oh, and they put my name on the
marquee at the bar in big letters, even spelled right. And said str8 guy,
on behalf of the bar, got me ep 1 and 2 on dvd!!!! What's that all about?
We drank blanches til they ran out, then dilly bars, cos they're a non-contentious
sort of shooter. Had to drink Dooleys ontheother side cos it was that or
sourpuss and I wasn't going back to the lounge cos, hey, Ang in a tank
top--yeah, no bad there. Oh, wait, where was I? Oh yeah, R. R is for rabbit.
I'm totally broke but I got this great nail polish--"smoke" for 50 cents
at the drug store and used it as a base with white Chinese lettering and
it turned out awesome. I even had Regina's bear and bunny over for cocktails
after the bar. Oh, and don't get me started on Mitchell. Thanks, little
boy, you make me feel special!!! I should be thanking everyone for the
warm wishes and the cards--my dad sent me 40 dollars, one dollar for each
year--aw....lots of folks didn't believe I'm forty. As I keep saying, "Fat,
better than Botox!" *L* I don't feel forty. And I danced, even! I told
Ger I wanted something for the old folks, and said "I know you don't have
it now, but for the next retro night, my fave is 'never can say goodbye'
by the communards. And he had it with him!!! I don't think I've been on
that dance floor in years! Well, probably since NYCity Boy came out. Okay,
I'm way off topic here....R is for rabbit. R is not for Patchouli, which
is what I wear all the time, and people keep sniffing me--yikes! Or as
I said to Shane "Daddy, can you get this lesbian off my neck?" *L* I had
to write it down for a couple of 'em--what self respecting, man hating,
birkenstock wearing dyke doesn'tknow what patch is????
Okay, brunch
soon, updates are late cos I slept after cocktails, but hey, forty, and
still no sign of a hangover. I love that about me *L*
R is for Rabbit.
Forever and always the barstool right next to me, the space on the couch,
the loose tea, the extra coffee cup, the last coffee crisp on the shelf,
that spare pint of Guinness and the last dance of the night are going to
be right here for you.