My life is so crazy... a wild storm of sex and drama and costumes and giggles...
I am sitting here on a Friday afternoon, it is October 29, 2004... and I am dressed like Ali G.
There is a event being staged tonight... ‘Boo and Brew
Ya know, it’s funny; I write how my life is weird and hectic... and then have to restart my journal because of my weird ad hectic life.
It is now Sunday Morning, Happy Halloween!
I have an extra hour this morning... maybe because I am so dedicated to this journal that I got up this morning to finish it, or maybe because I forgot to set-back my clock for daylights savings time.
First the Ali G costume. Today is Halloween, and I haven’t yet decided what I am going to do, but Tuesday is Funky Formal... and the theme for the evening is ‘politically correct’. I originally considered wearing my white polyester suit and going in blackface... but considering the fact that one of the girls I am most interested in dancing with on Tuesday night is a beautiful Black woman... I think perhaps that would be ill-considered.
Ali G is this amazing character, a British white rapper who manages the most incredible interviews. The actor who created him is incredibly intelligent; he’d have to be to portray someone that stupid... if you have never seen the show (HBO late night) check it out. My thought is to combine my costuming needs for both Halloween and the Formal... thus Ali G.
We Tortugas needed some last-minute rehearsal for the new show we wrote for boo and broo... (More on that in a minute) and I had just gotten the costume pieces together... so I wore the outfit when Riki and Jef arrived. They were impressed.
 Jef and Ronn at Boo and Broo |
 Jef with the Pirate Show script |
 Jef and Riki |
The management rolled the dice, expecting the possibility that no one would show up, or that 3000 would show up. The fair was lighted beautifully, there was a DJ and we wrote a brand-new show. Everything went off without a hitch. Our show was pirate themed... (isn’t that weird, we have a pirate show coming up in three weeks?) And went off wonderfully as well. We also did a scaled-down (for time only) version of our ‘R’-rated show. The party went on till after midnight. There is something amazing about partying on a renaissance festival site at night. (And this may well be one of the few times you kids could do so) especially when you add the great costumes, (thanks to the lovely ladies who were wearing JUST body paint) great lighting, fog both real and created... it was lovely.
 
SO tired in fact that last night, rather than go out and party with my evil ex-girlfriend (more on her too) I just stayed home and watched TV. I am so amazingly behind. I have loads to do on the website, more of this journal to finish up and lots of paperwork to finish and straighten out for all of our secondary companies. I also forgot to mention my trip to Louisiana.
 April and Ronn at Fetish Night |
Let me start over; after the first weekend of the Charlotte show, I was invited, on a Saturday night to go to a huge BD/Fetish event in Charlotte with April (evil-ex-girlfriend-number-one). I knew I would be tired... but what-the-hell. After the show, I showered, dressed, did my make-up and scooted-out to downtown for the monthly Purgatory event. Wow... lots of pretty folks, lots of hot dancers wearing very little... lots of dorks, a few fans, and a couple of stalkers. It was funny. I remembered part of what I liked so much about dating April; she is so much better making friends in bars than I. She arrived about an hour after me... dressed as a bondage fairy. (The theme for this party was Anime) and created quite a stir (look at the photo!) Let me explain. April truly is my Evil Ex-girlfriend... the stuff we put each other through was vile... and I got damaged. But I love her still... and I always will. Riki refers to her as family. And it’s true. How could I have loved her as much and as deeply as I did, and then NOT love her still. (But don’t worry folks... other than the briefest moments of nostalgia or beer-filled lust, I don’t want her back!) With barely anything on, she was stopped constantly for photos... and she knew everybody. Including (are you ready for this) the beautiful, Asian, gothic stripper...
We had a good time... and it was nice to hang out with April for a bit... The music was good, the people were amazing to look at... and there were some truly sexy women--- then I went home alone again.
After the third weekend of the Charlotte show; I had to leave early, early, on a Monday morning to drive the twelve hours down to the Louisiana show. I had to set-up stuff for the maze, as well as for our new game and the old games... I stopped by my mother’s house... here are my revelations from that trip:
- I am the normal member of my family
- Louisiana Men all seem to mumble
- I don’t understand death...
To most people death is (in it’s simplest form) is the cessation of that deceased’s presence... well hell, everyone goes away in my life... no one is constantly around... short of Riki, Jef, Sharon or one or two other folks... for someone to disappear it would just seem normal.
I worked very hard for a few days in Louisiana... clearing heavy brush in the maze, and hanging new maze walls... then took care of hanging signs, and moving games. I left Thursday afternoon, drove most of the night, slept in a few rest stops... so I could make it home in time to be stood-up for a date.
Where was I ... the show has been going really well... lots of our wilder fans are tuning out (again, Hi Sharyn!) And Morgan has come out (twice now) with Brownies and chocolate chip cookies... STOP!!! I fight with my weight constantly and you want to bring sweets? Like Mae West said, " I can resist anything except temptation" SO...
Thanks for the cookies and brownies... more please?
For the most part the show is going really well, we are selling oodles of roses (I manage our rose biz here) the crowds are amazing (I literally have paid for only about half of my dinners-out in this town) we get to hang out with great friends (Hello Robby and April).
All is swell
I have been riding an interesting roller-coaster with girls here... I fully subscribe to the belief that if you do not like something in your life... you change it. You put the effort in and fix the problem. Our Members-Only Webmaster shares a similar problem: I have a GREAT life ... in everything but romance (Hi Andy) So what do you do in a situation like this? Make it a task to find new and different women to checkout. However, romance is the only thing that doesn’t work this way. I always seem to find the girls I date whenever I STOP looking... . And that pisses me off fiercely.
*** Does anyone actually read this stuff?***
So I have been chatting to quite a few different women, and been shot down, or veering off on my own...
Maybe I am to the point where I just give up for a while and quit looking. What advice would I give to myself? Well, I am not going to find Ms. Right sitting on the couch... but I need to love my own company before I can be happy in a relationship (but I do... )
Ah well... I am going to try to sum-up pretty soon... I tend to write about two or three times what the other boys do... and it’s starting to bother me a little... besides, I still have to get all of the pictures ready, and upload this and a bunch of other stuff to the site. For Andy. [and for all you Twins-fans reading this, too - but I'm a Twins-fan, so I guess that includes me also..! - Andy]
What’s left?
There are talks that Terry Gilliam may direct a movie called Scaramouche... (I Googled my stage name recently).
Stripper and Buffet has been wonderful... I have had to miss the last two weeks due to Student Days and travel...
This nine-day work schedule which immediately followed my jaunt and sweat in Louisiana has me ragged.
Our pirate show went wonderfully... and after a few changes will be one of the shows we are doing at the pirate festival in Clearwater.
I absolutely HATED the fellow who conducted our Driver improvement school... what a slimy bastard, perhaps I will mention him more in the November Journal.
Halloween is coming tonight; the funky formal is Tuesday (VOTE KERRY DAMNIT!!!)
And I still don’t have a girlfriend.
Finally, I see Melissa after all at the Pirate festival... wonder how that will be.
Ciao.
One final note: Guess what the Name of Kerry’s 42-foot yacht is... check these photos!
 
