Monday, Oct. 31, 2005 - 12:49 p.m.
Yeah, yeah, it's been awhile and the promised rollicking adventures of Hurricane Girl have not been forthcoming...Truth is I'm sick of talking about it, sick from having to put back together the fragments of my life, sick unto death of curfews, stinky abandoned refrigerators and having M16s pointed at my face every time I leave my house. So just fucking cope,okay?
I went to the Krewe of Mystics Orphans and Misfits Halloween Ball on Saturday, appropriately themed Hell or High Water. Some of the costumes were hilarious...My new friend Uncle Bob was the King of Abandoned Refridgerators, there were several people dressed as MREs, the Grim Reaper with a flotation vest and many many more that you sorry folks were not priveleged to witnessed and I am too lazy to category. Fun was had by most. Of course, I was stood up and then met my ideal man...who turned out to be married. Of course. And how often in my life will I meet a red-headed Irish fiddle player? Not often enough, godsdamnit, and they're all crazy, self-destructive, and/or married. I am thoroughly disgusted, in general, and contemplating life-long celibacy as a result.
However, tonight is Halloween in New Orleans...the pinnacle of debauchery and large scale madness, so I might hold off on the whole celibacy thing until tomorrow.
Happy Samhain, y'all. Send me money cause I'm really cute.
