okay… 2 1/2 hours LATER…

Ladies and Gentlemen, whether you like it or not… HEDWIG ROCKS!

What a great evening! For the uninformed… a review to give you background on the flick. This evening, though, the fabulous and I (with little tampon-art Hedwig in tow} attended the last scheduled Hedwig for Hope concert in the bustling metropolis of downtown Decatur. More about the group.

Anyway…came home on a total Manic high… been listening to Hedwig songs and remixes ever since. Already decided I need to own this DVD and if possible soundtrack. This can easily become one of the many new “interests” I go nuts over in my quest to be more independent. Another tampon art evening is already in the works, although I must admit, I can certainly do w/o the gay porn… I suggest we substitute good “girl movies”, aka, movies with guys we can drool over that AREN”T fucking other guys. I think I have Labyrinth on the way, we’ll start with David Bowie… mmmmm. Afraid I’m going to have to insist on another screening of Princess Bride, too… more Carey Elwes is never a bad thing. OH, and Desperado? Ladies? I think we need feedback here… how about a top 5 “girl movie” list, with the requirement of “hot guy to drool over”. Although…. I think Desperado qualifies as “hot guy that melts my underwear”… but hell, we’ll just consider that double drooling, eh?

Egad… I’ve been accused of being DRUNK? But no, dear reader(s), this is simply another of those Flerly-manic-natural highs… which is doomed to be followed by a Flerly-depressive-typical low, of course… wonder sometimes if i should seek medical means to even this shit out more, but I do enjoy the insane-manic-highs.. always a source of creative energy for me, that i can’t imagine me without them.

So anyway.. the evening/morning has turned into a TOTAL life affirming period of discovering new hobbies/obsessions, and of planning PARTIES!

So… party one, possibly next Friday… pending getting the other participants into it, will be Tampon art night, including appropriate girl movie, and a trip to the adult toy store to get dear her very own BOB. I guess she missed the part in the single-girl rules that said owning a BOB is required, though more than one is preferred.

Party two… Saturday, post Comstock bash… whatever comes of that one… will take place here at the chateau du freaks, and include whatever drinking games we can invent between now and then. Maybe we’ll force a Hedwig screening on them all… who knows! Better yet, Rocky Horror complete with toast and toilet paper! wahoo! who knows…. alcohol is the key. Hell… we may just STAY drunk this week to get over the pain of Monday night’s tattoo! I am SO SO SO psyched, though! Just need to skydive, and say… get married, before my birthday this year and my goals for this “year of the 30” will be more than met. Still can’t believe I already managed the Hawaii part of that… but anyway.

It seems all my late night Chat buddies are retiring.. wish I could do the same, but I’m still feeling pretty hyped-up, and I guess the Hedwig mp3s aren’t helping me. Perhaps I should switch to some “O Brother” songs… and let the sirens serenade me to sleep…

nah… fuck sleep.

speaking of fuck… er um… Sure miss my sweetie on these manic weekend nights. Perhaps time to visit the BOBs and see if that doesn’t put me to a nice peaceful sleep. Oh, sorry, was that out loud?

No, damnit, I’m really not drunk!

Just nuts.