11-12-04 - 10:38 a.m.
halloween party. tombstones in the sand, a bonfire, beautiful cupcakes, and too much booze. my bodacious berries was a nun, her belly preceding her; the guests found her costume less amusing than intimidating. 'you're going to hell in a handbasket,' she'd intone, and they'd look mortified and repentent, even the drunk ones. bad biker mel spent 20 minutes picking silly string from the wig of my gypsy costume; it seems silly string can actually terrify a man who spent half his life in the prison system. i remember dancing with jonah, a mildly impaired courtesy clerk from the store with size 18 feet who proudly announced he'd 'gone off his meds so he could drink.'
berries has reached her 38th week of pregnancy. we made a run to the hospital several nights ago; false labor. the sight of MY baby strapped with gadgets to monitor HER baby choked me beyond words. we have been furiously transforming the spare bedroom from manufactured bland to adorable pastel baby; clouds and suns and moons and stars, just in case this little patti surprises us at the last moment, emerging as a bruce.
on other fronts, the nugget casino coffeeshop in carson city offers a senior discount at 50. see bmoviemaven gleefully beg to flash her ID for that 15% discount. yes, i have paid my dues and expect to be rewarded for it.
the horse would rather stand outside in freezing sleet than be warm and cozy inside.
berries rescued a puppy from a box outside walmart. once a spotted ball of fur; she now has paws the size of bigfoot. her favorite pastime? nipping at tiffany's hooves while she eats.
a proposition allowing prostitution passed by a landslide in this county; the same county kept bush in office for another four years of shame. go figure.
i still attract men with attachments, be it wives or girlfriends. i thought i left that scenario behind in california. while red-lining at walmart recently, a friend of mine noted; 'you don't do flings, do you.'
i guess if she means a four year affair with a hopelessly married old guy that left a sucking chest wound where my heart used to be, then yeah, i do flings. but no more. and mel, this goes triple for you.