2003-11-03 - 11:01 a.m.
i think the black shit i sprayed into my hair for halloween has ruined my formerly silky curly locks. every time i shower, i look down at the swirling drainwater and it's grey. hopefully a few more deep conditioning treatments (and a haircut this weekend) will remedy the problem...ugh.
halloween was amazing. what i can remember of it, that is. i was very happy with my costume: my hair was straight and black (and getting black shit all over anyone that hugged me); my boobs were big and fake and everyone copped a feel; my outfit was comfortable and low maintenance. i even found a jack white who was solo to take a picture with. ha ha.
everyone looked so fucking good. the best guy costume of the night was my friend who dressed up as wolverine. in a word, whitehot. he made actual claws, i can't even explain them, just know that they ruled. the cure looked alternately hilarious and amazing. i can't believe max's hair could actually do that and he looked awfully purty in makeup. the black widow was a tour de force, considering she made the costume with her own two hands. karen o was a vision. johnny cash was a zombie. andy warhol looked authentic (and not like deb) although he got gay bashed [ed.: not actually beaten up, more like harrassed, but no less awful.] in the bathroom (and he's not gay...andy was). the robert palmer girls were present and with inflatable instruments (everyone was jealous of that damn keyboard). i talked to jane mansfield for a while, not knowing that i actually knew her (i was wondering why she was being so "friendly"). there were loads of great costumes, but honestly it's all a blur.
the cure rocked. not only did they play "let's go to bed", but they covered the smiths (the information doing the cure doing the smiths - how meta!) seriously, we were all screaming singing maniacs. i fell down and went boom right on stage at one point and have the world's biggest bruise on my ass to prove it. i also almost threw up a shot outside in front of a crowd full of hipsters but i managed to maintain. as the night continued, it got more and more debauched. tongues made it into every picture and a certain someone even got her tits out (outside on comm ave). there are pictures to prove it all, which is handy because my memory becomes fuzzy after about seven scotch and sodas. sweet christ.
most of the rest of the weekend was spent sleeping, smoking pot, CENSORED, and watching tv. i would like to state for the record that "the office" is quite possibly the greatest show i have ever seen in my entire life. i need to own the dvds immediately. i literally almost peed my pants (about time) last night watching david stomp around onstage to tina turner singing "simply the best." i can't even begin to do this show justice, just know that you need to see it if you have anything resembling a sense of humor. seriously, you will laugh so hard you'll cry.
although i'm disappointed that the big built-up halloween is over, iggy is tomorrow. will i or won't i be able to procure a wristband? cross your fingers, my babies. there are still seven pictures left in my camera and they all have iggy's name on them. oh please don't let me be disappointed...
