September 19th, 2008 | 20 Comments »

Warrior Woman has let it out of the bag that I’m hosting a pajama party tomorrow night. There may be strippers. Male strippers, silly.

Pajamas, food, wine, and bunks for those unable to drive home was the original plan.

Let me explain my love of pajamas. When I was a little kid, we were always allowed to open one present on Christmas Eve. Mom handed us a particular prezzie, and it was always a new pair of jammies. The wonderful feeling of going to bed with brand new flannel jammies while being softly bathed in the exterior window lights was pretty near magical.

Bonus! For the Christmas morning pictures, we may have had disheveled hair, but the jammies! New!

I went shopping while I was away this summer. Yes, I had to get new moisturizer and the like, but the only clothing items I bought were jammies.

Wherever I go, the first thing I do when I get back in the house is yank off the hated bra and pull on a clean pair of jammies. Bliss!

So, a pajama party?

That’s just me in my regular clothes with a buncha women.

Don’t go turning me into the Oprah show as a slumpadinka. I won’t go. Besides, I have fabulous hair.

And the strippers? Weren’t even on my radar. That was the brainchild of one of the women coming to the party. I wasn’t consulted. Frankly, strippers make me a bit uncomfortable.

We will have to take up a collection to get Ass Burger Boy out of the house if they show up.


August 2nd, 2008 | 9 Comments »

We have left the Rock, and have two days to relax before we set up at the next venue. The Inn was full where Rye and Ginger stayed along with Illa, their long time travelling companion.

Medicine Man usually takes a room at the local university. Cheap rates, food on site, wireless access in the cafeteria. Only it’s a dorm room. And there was only a double left.

This means that I am sharing a room with a man, and, sorry, Warrior Woman, not in a slutty way, although I acknowledge your efforts to pimp me out.

I find Medicine Man to be very interesting in various ways. Very soft spoken, this comes from his Ojibway heritage. Half Italian explains his love of the food.

His mother married his best friend when he was a teenager. He left for the bad streets and bright city lights because he couldn’t handle it. And really? Who could? Then began what he calls his “colourful life”.

A lot of his personal friends are strippers, dominatrices, and women generally associated with the sex trade. It seems he has experience in the field. He became deeply entrenched in “The Life”.

For three years, he slept with a gun under his pillow because he opted out of the shady underworld that connected the Hell’s Angels to the Italian organization. (His father was the Italian connection)

I asked him why he stopped (with the gun sleeping thing). He says that now he doesn’t care.

I wondered if that was why he drove the way he did.

He was offended that I thought his driving was bad.

Half Indian. I asked if he subscribed to the theory that “Today is a good day to die”. And? Was he fixing to take me with him?

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