if i’d had a full length mirror i might have noticed before i left the house. as it is i’ll just have to tell myself that somehow it happened during dinner.
but when i got in the cab to go to our super secret location for goddess worship last night… i realized my pvc pants were torn.
this will be heartbreaking news to many who saw me at tribal connections at the uu church last december. sorry, creampuff’s man. all i can promise is that i’ll be looking for replacements.
luckily, for last night anyhow, housemate and i had dinner just around the corner from home so it was a quick walk back up the hill to change and just long enough to plan in my head what else to wear.
i kept the sparkly shoes, but changed everything else.
then it was off to super secret location, which turned out to be a swanky dance club complete with velvet ropes and a vip room! we ate chocolate while wating for all the other couples (sets? pairs? ‘couples’ seems to imply a romance) to arrive, toasted mighty berb’s new niece (born just that morning), thanked the men several times, toasted conexus (to which the money for this auction item went), we danced, chatted, and gazed *deeply* into each other’s eyes… during which exercise i laughed and laughed and laughed. whatever, i was being genuine. we each got a long stemed red rose.
as we were organizing to leave berb asked where i live. then she said, ‘that’s very close to housemate.’
‘yes,’ i said, ‘very close. he lives in my extra room.’
she had no idea.
tarzan drove berb, housemate and i home. 3am with only a little nap on the train… i was beat.