mullet fantasia
that's where i'll send y'all! ok, so i have lots to report...i'm chillin' at my baby's place, so no library constraints are working against me...too much has happened, so i'll pick it up at last weekend. after work last friday, i headed down to grab some edamame and some salmon rolls to put in my purse. next, across the street to cbc to attend the free screening of 'woodwards' hosted by the one and only george stroumbolopolous, who is indeed one spicy meatball in person y'all. we made the eye contact and exchanged headnods. the q&a wrapped just in time for us to cross the street again and into the throes of the Cho. Notoriously gathering the entire population of the West End and holding nothing back, the Assasin was the one that I wanted to start the Revolution. All I can say is that i'm sad that i missed her peacock outfit, girl! and how right is she about not being able to mix her old gay and her new gay...they are like japanese fighting fish indeed. Didn't see Scurvy or Devo, but got caught up with both to dish about the diva and her delicious little fagfriend Bruce! saturday morning, i had my consultation with my new naturalpath, who is sooo gay! i love his tight pants and i felt comfortable with his pricey asian ass. :) he put me on a hypoallergenic diet and diagnosed my hives as 'bloodheat' in chinese medicine, and put me on a homeopathic remedy to de-toxify my blood. i couldn't afford the powder shake detox he wanted to put me on, but this should be a start, it's day 2 and i'm feeling ok, yesterday was hard because i was feeling dehydrated and hungry, gotta plan better for meals i can partake in...plus i was getting some major drama from the queen of, and it was taking all my energy to convert it back into positive energy, and i couldn't do it in the end, but hey, i don't even think i had enough amino acids to convert into the energy i needed to perform basic functions like breathing..ai-ya. but i gave my notice (2 months can i add, a lot more than the 2 weeks that's necessary, so i shouldn't be raked over the coals for it) and i'm ending the stint in retail with a trip to nyc, which is what i wanted for this summer anyways. it will be a reward for getting my degree, and taking care of myself to do what's right and retiring my over-qualified, way too talented ass from retail. back to saturday nite: after not freaking out over an unfortunate scheduling (or lack of respect for) mishap, i took my gay boyfriend in his fabulous bondage gear to skybar (figure this out, i took my straight boyfriend to margaret cho, and my gay one to skybar...hmmm) we thought it was gonna be sucky, especially because i had gotten the phone call, that our cover would not be $5 as originally thought, but $12, but he was a trooper and decided to come anyway. we lucked out because as we were waiting in line, we observed that there was some kind of persian fest happening, and a streetfight deflected attention from us, as well as the doorman with the latte that was kinda giving me the eye, so when he asks me if i'm there for "patricia's birthday, right?" i just nod and smile and step through the metal detector and make eye contact with mgb and we just slip in the elevator and right up to the club, not paying a penny. the evening just picks up from there, being the most fun we've ever had clubbing (even with the lack of swinging penises). the music was just right for both of us, which is a feat which is hard to accomplish. i was rooting for all the persian milfs in the place to be, and i even danced with one who had a particularly terrible sugar daddy. i also danced with the midget who was there from the time that we went on our limo ride to the peelers there for kinders' 19th bday. but the best was this huge guy who was very emphatically singing along with the songs and dancing as hard as he could. i HAD to dance with him, we had a running man off during 'bust a move' and when someone like that starts slapping his belly while dancing with you and leans over to tell you that you are 'absolutely divine', you know you've arrived. yep. but the highlight of the night, as i snaked through both dancefloors (where incidently, we started the dancing on both floors) i ran smack dab into george. i grabbed him to tell him that i was at the screening the night before and he was like, oh "i'm george". ya, i know. he's still got my hand in introductory clasp when these total groupies come up to him and fall out of their tops to gush "oh, you're that guy! i'm italian too!"...and he's like, "ya, i'm greek..." dumb ass chicks. what kind of italian name is stroumbolopolous?! but he just asks them, "do you know Angelica?"...and that was such an ego stroke cuz i was fully dressed. they leave and he turns to me to say, "oh, were they friends of yours?" and i'm like "no honey, those were your groupies"...but he wasn't claiming them and we ended up talking about the show and he told me to email him if i wanted to come to the taping this week here in beautiful vancity. we parted ways with an open-ended suggestion to have some water sometime. (sigh) i like him because besides being short, (i think that amanda chick used to tower over him and rick), he's just like i thought he would be, and that's cool. how can i not have a small crush on such a beautiful man who is also just cool and has a history of doing important political entertainment work? but not to worry..i'm only cooking dinner in short shorts and long socks for one cbc man, and that would be one who's radio-one even though he comes over to listen to his ipod and scoff the cfro... sunday was my last supper so to speak, and i did it all up, super buttery mashed potatoes, marinated steaks, caramalized onions, and gomae spinach, served with nectar and dessert of fruit, grape and jack. yum. i love that i can have meals with my man...and be the favorite dish! now that i know what i'm dealing with, i'm ready to enjoy my next couple of days off, then go back to the store to close it out like the champion i am, and finish various art projects before my beloved friends move on to the next chapters of their lives....i have a cabaret to prepare for and a jazz piano exam! better get off my broke ass, don't think this will become quite like angela nissel's broke diaries, but i wouldn't fight okayplayer if they were to pick me up! all4now.
