I smell like smoke... and this time I like it
Last night was the first of many Hatchet Lake Ho-Downs. Yes, the Ho's were out in full force terrorizing the lakeside with their gay antics and talk of muff-diving. I'm sure the neighbours are going to love us this summer.
It was a great night. We were briefly entertained by Charles and Jen who stopped in for a quick visit and then headed off to the city for a night of drunken craziness (from what I've heard) Little did they know, they missed much of the same here... minus the drunk part.
After BBQ'ing burgers and diving into Jody's home-made dips, we headed down to the fire.... well, ok, burning cage of newspaper and twigs. Despite my years of boy scouts, we had a rough time getting things going as the wood was damp and screamed more than Derella the morning after an all-out ginfest. I guess I should have spent more time learning how to MAKE the fire, rather than getting the boys drunk. I still managed to earn the badge though.
So, being the fabuluous gay entourage that we are, we draped ourselves in our finest cottage-couture (flannel blankets) and kept ourselves warm with a full-on verbal assault. The burns were flying... mainly about my shortness, my sluttiness and my lack of self-control. Needless to say, I was toasty most of the evening.
Then, my favourite part, asshole. NO! That's not what I meant. We played asshole. I now know why I moved back from Ontario. It was for the cards. I missed that part of my previous life. Ontario was sparse in the card-player department. In fact, they openly mocked me for wanting to play. losers!
Well, today I'm off with Pocket Gay to the Redken Hair Show where I'll be participating. Slightly scary and apparently horribly entertaining for the gay mob, they're all jealous and wish they had been chosen I'm sure.
It was a great night. We were briefly entertained by Charles and Jen who stopped in for a quick visit and then headed off to the city for a night of drunken craziness (from what I've heard) Little did they know, they missed much of the same here... minus the drunk part.
After BBQ'ing burgers and diving into Jody's home-made dips, we headed down to the fire.... well, ok, burning cage of newspaper and twigs. Despite my years of boy scouts, we had a rough time getting things going as the wood was damp and screamed more than Derella the morning after an all-out ginfest. I guess I should have spent more time learning how to MAKE the fire, rather than getting the boys drunk. I still managed to earn the badge though.
So, being the fabuluous gay entourage that we are, we draped ourselves in our finest cottage-couture (flannel blankets) and kept ourselves warm with a full-on verbal assault. The burns were flying... mainly about my shortness, my sluttiness and my lack of self-control. Needless to say, I was toasty most of the evening.
Then, my favourite part, asshole. NO! That's not what I meant. We played asshole. I now know why I moved back from Ontario. It was for the cards. I missed that part of my previous life. Ontario was sparse in the card-player department. In fact, they openly mocked me for wanting to play. losers!
Well, today I'm off with Pocket Gay to the Redken Hair Show where I'll be participating. Slightly scary and apparently horribly entertaining for the gay mob, they're all jealous and wish they had been chosen I'm sure.
posted by Jeff at 12:44 p.m.
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