Last night I attended a co-birthday party with Kat and Kashka and Katie and their friends, which included the following events and observations.
- Kick ass margarita courtesy of Kat.
- Hugs from Cassie, which were improved by her Dita-von-Teese-worthy hat and veil.
- Communing with Speck, who LOVES my hat.
- “O my gosh, there’s a snake on your hat”.
- Feeling better after letting a snake crawl around my hat, collar and glasses for a while. I have no idea why this would be, but it is so. It might be the beautiful, incremental muscle motion; it might be knowing that somebody really enjoys my body heat. Speck is a lovely, lovely snake, pretty and sociable.
- Getting a chance to hang with my current favourite teenaged boy (in terms of raw appearance). I gots nothing to say to him, but he’s so pretty and good natured that it hardly matters.
- And what music were they listening to? The very same stuff I was listening to in Toronto on CFNY during the eighties. At least half a dozen times I said, “The first time I heard this song I was your age.” All this has happened before, and all this will happen again.
- I told them about the fan made Brad Sucks “Making Me Nervous” video and we watched it.
- The girls got Pocky and lamb kebobs for their birthday.
Today, The Dreaded Tapioca Song goes to church.
