Best Laid

Today, the plan was for Shelley, The Wren and I to pile into our car and head off to Montreal for an evening of hanging with the hot girls of Montreal. We were going to leave early afternoon, hit an art opening, get Shelley a lezzie haircut, dance the night away.

And then the party happened.

Man, for the first couple of hours last night, I was the fuck off my game. I'm never easy in situations that require small talk. Small talk is not my forte, especially when I don't recognize the person that I'm small talking, even especially when the person I'm small talking is hardly recognizable as human. For a little while, I wandered around feeling a bit lost, hiding behind the people I knew, bouncing between Shelley and Steve and Tracey and Mitch and the Born Ruffian.

Then the dancing started, and thank god, since, as Steve put it, "More dance means less talk."

Much hip swinging and flask sipping later, I was having a grand time. The dancing also gave me the opportunity to use my wiles, which last night involved an apparently convincing combination of maribou and cleavage, to lure the Born Ruffian - the Monkey
to my Lady - back home for a spot of cavalier activity.

I bought this dress years ago, in Winnipeg, and have only worn it twice before. It's not an obvious costume, really. People asked me what I was, and I spent most of the night saying "Well, I had a tray, and when I had a tray I was a cocktail party hostess from 1960." By the time the last person asked me, I said "Cleavage. It's all about the boobs."

It was a late night, and we were part of the first exodus. Other people were not so well rested this morning.

When Shelley called me not too long ago, to ask if I'd be disappointed to miss Montreal today, my
List Of 100 Things To Do flashed before my eyes. Hang zines, wash towels, run, groceries, story, hang hooks, hem curtains, wash dishes.

It perhaps says something about where I am in my life that I'm willing to give up a night of dancing to run, do laundry, and write. But I'll tell you what: this is a comfortable chair.