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august 15, 2000. Eeeee! I had. Such. A good time last night. Wow. Q called me up first thing in the morning to ask if I was coming in for Monday night Caving. I had planned a lame night in, since I have so many appointments today. But I'm very susceptible to temptation in this area, especially when it's packaged as "the last night out as a single person." Actually, I'm just a sucker for alcohol & fellowship. This is how I ended up drinking with Preacher & Poet on so many Sunday & Monday nights. So I got all dolled up. Black PVC skirt from Javina, Bauhaus baby-t, my new black & white striped stockings, old busted in Mary Jane Doc's and because I was unable to resist, my new white birthday boa. As Pixie would say, my hoochie mama energy was strong. As I walked into Royal York station, I actually heard some kid mutter, "what the hell is that?!" I love it when that happens. On the subway, a little girl showed immediate interest in my accessories. She had red lipstick smeared over her mouth and gigantic ball earrings, like I caught her in the middle of dress up. When she was wearing the boa, she vamped around, grinning like a maniac. "Britney!" I love this, too. At the condo, I was confronted with a scene that was half Alice In Wonderland, half Full Metal Jacket. "Drink this. Swallow two of these. Smoke this." I had no idea what two of those items were. A hurricane, as it turns out. And ephedrine. There was no time to be scared, so I just concentrated on not looking like an asshole. We sat on the couch, talking about our friends & waiting for the magical hour when it becomes fun to go to a club - when the canned music gets turned off and there's more than one psychotic on the dance floor. Every once in awhile, my heart would speed up and cause me to pay a whole lot of attention to my lungs and to making a mental list of the drugs in my system. Before I'd even arrived, I already had 3 Advils running around in there, chasing a horrid migraine that struck at 5:30 a.m. Was I headed for the emergency room & an intimate date with the stomach pump? Apparently, ephedrine makes you paranoid. By the time we hit the Cave, I was feeling normally good. After d.j. shannon bought me a whiskey shot, I was feeling better than somewhat. When Palaver & St. Stephen & Tymothi:J showed up, I was feeling so happy that my hair was literally standing on end. Even a run in with an overly friendly drunken frat girl didn't bring me down too much: I love to have something to bitch about later. (She decided to start playing with my boa while I was dancing with it. I stood stalk still, trying to convey the following message in body language: "I'm not going to be part of the faux lesbian floor show for your frat boyfriend. Fuck off." If only I'd said it. I want to be Brawling Bride.) We capped off the night with a 905 donut run, because my Toronto boys wanted it that way. I didn't care; for the first time in forever, every part of my body was at peace with every other part. Happy. Too bad I can't do the same on the wedding day, but I need all of my faculties to record the experience. I'm not afraid of something going wrong - I'm afraid of something going right and not paying attention to it as it happens. ~-~-~ So we met with the reception hall manager today. Apparently, we're 13 people under the hall minimum. When we sent out the invitations, we had 210 potential people. There were over 60 drop-outs. I mean, who could've anticipated? Especially in a family where attendance seems to be mandated by funny things like "honour" & "respect." Anyway, I just about had a heart attack when that announcement was delivered. Where in hell were we supposed to find 13 people on a week's notice? Would we have to pay for phantom plates? It was all stomach churning. But as it happens, my cousin's company brings so much business to the hall that the manager was willing to forgive us. He ended up charging us adult price for the 4 kids dinners we'd asked for. All told, that's less than the price of one adult plate. I guess the rampant capitalism & flagrant new money attitudes of my cousin do come in handy once in awhile.
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