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well I'm all dressed up with no place to go.... We were spozed to hit a kegger but that fell through. My brother and cousin (dad's side) are going to see cuz's girlfriend who just got out of rehab for crack addiction. Now I usually wouldnt mind an evening with crackheads and hookers (the crackhead's mom is a stripper...) but for some reason the demon in me isnt yelling so loudly tonight. I think its trying to trick me into staying home alone, with my liter of hundred proof. After I bought the bottle, I drove down to the lakefront cuz tonight is the anual Ganundewah (Seneca for "Lake of Fire") Festival. The lake here, Canandaigua, (Seneca for "The Chosen Spot") is about 20 miles long, kinda skinny, like 1/4 to 1/2 mile wide I'd guess. People get road flares and circle the shore at 9pm. its a killer sight, all those candles lighting up. I left before the flames started to go out, that part depresses me. Anyway I've pretty much done all the things I prefer to do at home alone (eat, shower, clean...), I even Naired every place one can Nair, and a couple places one shouldn't.... Found my patent leather boustier with flames on it, thought that was appropriate to wear down to the pier for the Lake of Fire fest. I heard the following phrases from people: "Day-am!" "Dont even think about lookin at her!" "Woah did you see those titties!" "oh man, all that was in the way was a zipper, one lousey zipper!" Walking by the bikers was most fun, I was hoping one would offer me a ride, even if they all were white haired old men. At the liquor store I ask the fellow behind the counter, early 30's kinda cute, for a 375 of So Co and he is kind enough to inform me that he's got a great price (indeed) on liters. He grabs me one, the WRONG one, and I almost laugh: "C'mon, get the black label... what the hell, do I look like I drink 80 proof??" so then during the small talk while I'm paying I say "so how you doin" (and of course it comes out like joey from friends... there's an inner scorpio-fueled slut in me somewhere) and he says "oh fine..." "then I'm walkin away and he adds "but not as fine as you" yeahhh... I'm sexy! (1/4 of the bottle has been consumed by this point... I'm actually not too lazy to fix my drunken typos tonight) hooray for my mania, my inflated ego has returned!!

Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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