6:48PM - Sunday February 29, 2004
Cheap Red Wine Lies
Friday was the third annual Dark Moon Nekkid Body Painting Night and I'm still slightly hungover and all the paint didn't wash off, so I'm still rather colourful. It's fun to crank the heat in my apartment, crack open a few bottles of wine and get naked with your woman-friends, I highly recommend it as a bonding experience. There's always one or two who are all, "I hate my ass, it's so big!" or who are a bit shy, but once they get some paint on them and make a few body prints and see themselves on the digital camera, it's all good. I think everybody is beautiful, they just don't get the chance to see it all that often.

Of course, Coyote and I were bad, but I think it's expected of us at this point. She claims that I am the bad influence, but I don't believe her at all. All that red plonk fell out fo the bottle into our mouths by accident, I swear. Maybe we had a few more "accidents" than usual because of the weed, but oh well. Coyote spilled an entire mug of water on my bed. Luckily it was on her side, and I have that crate of towels at the end of the bed for soaking up wetness of any sort. I think when she was coming back with more water she fell down really hard. She didn't remember that until the next morning when she was wondering why her knee hurt. Heh.

Store-bought red wine gives a wicked bad hangover, I have to say. Jesus fuck me in the eye Christ. My poor head. We woke up Saturday morning, complete and absolute wrecks of human beings. Eggs Benny fixed it a bit, and some Tylenol purloined from my next door neighbour, Bear. Lordisa.

I went and hung out with a new gaming group Saturday night instead of braving the trek to the Festival of the Large Orange Moon. I just knew I'd drink again, and I thought that would be a Bad Thing, even though there's all that talk about "hair of the dog" and whatnot. It just did not seem wise. I think the wisest thing to do would have been to go to bed because I was falling asleep at the game, even though there were some of the loudest guys ever there. Seriously, these men had to shout everything. Maybe it was just the hangover, though, so I'm going to go back and try again.

Today was the Stitch and Bitch at Maeve's house, and we sat and ate all afternoon. I am so full. What is it about sitting around bitching with women that causes my stomach to expand to that capacity? I swear, I'm not a huge eater, but I gorge at these things! The carbo-loading at these events would make an athlete cringe.

Coyote and Kitty and I confessed to the hexing we did last month and met with some disapproval. Everyone's so worried about that fucking three-fold law, and everything rebounding on them. I say, if the fucker deserves it, we're just helping the universe along a bit. Yeah.

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