October 28, 2002


  • moonfest...smartass...cat-girl...please don't kill me with your driving...



    this is where i was on saturday nite - moonfest. for those of you that don't know, it's a halloween festival, always held the saturday before. an awesome place to be to see great costumes and half naked people. it's somewhat like a mini mardigras held in the space of about 3 city blocks. by the time we had gotten there, maypop had already played, so we walked around, waiting for the remedy session to play.
    being how i am - very nonchalant about anything i can be nonchalant about, i was decked out in my finest t shirt and cargo pants, sans make up.
    "so what are you supposed to be?"
    my answers:
    "unemployed underwear model"
    "andre agassi"
    "vin diesel before steroids"
    "the guy from transporter"
    "your new boyfriend" (this was said to an alluring elf woman, who whacked me with her staff)
    "rockstar"
    "the secret beastie boy"
    "the 4th degree to kevin bacon"
    along the way, i saw the original Eve (too tempting in a skin colored bodysuit and vines), who gave me an apple (it was dried up and a bit bruised. so much for knowledge). some very annoying drunk men wearing wrestling outfits, a fistfight at the burger stand, and cat-girl.
    i'd lost my friends somewhere in the shuffle and went to a payphone to call their cell and try to meet up again. dejectedly standing by the phone was a beautiful cat woman. tail and everything. after making my call, we both stood there, waiting. small talk started, it turns out she was supposed to meet her boyfriend at midnight and it was now 12.45am. i felt really bad for her, i could tell she was really looking forward to it. she looked VERY nice, a lot of effort had gone into looking good for her boyfriend. after a few more minutes of waiting, i spotted my friends
    "i hope you don't get stood up."
    "eh, me either." punctuated by a sigh.
    on impulse, i hugged her, planted a big kiss on her cheek and went to meet my friends.
    walking away, i turned back to see a smiling cat-girl, waiting for a bad, bad boyfriend.
    will, who i had come with, wanted to leave early, so i'd gotten a ride home from a friend of a friend, who turned out to be the worst driver i've ever known. if you've ever watched police pursuit tv shows (another blog altogether...grr), you know how bad drunk drivers can be. she was just as bad...
    "STOP! shitshitshit!" this was me yelling at her as she tried pulling into moving traffic and almost getting into a wreck.
    "i haven't even had a single beer!" she proclaimed.
    "i don't think i find that comforting." i whimpered from a fetal position in the front seat.
    made it home both shaken and stirred, and went to sleep.

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