Every day should be a holiday...
(One of those songs I know I shouldn't love but I do.)
Anyway, I am now able to tell about two of my favorite holidays: Halloween and my birthday.
Halloween:
I was caught in another one of those situations when I know what my costume looks like but not what it is. After much rummaging around in my brain chambers, I finally decided to be Beauty (without my mask) and the Beast (with the mask). Other rejected options included Lady Stardust (Bowie) and Sweet Jane (Lou Reed).
Peaches, Sparkly and I holed up in Peaches's house, handing out candy to all the adorable little kids in animal suits who showed up. We accidentally offered candy to the pizza guy as well. He was not amused.
Eventually we got bored and decided to go out ourselves. For once, it wasn't snowing, so I got by without wearing several million layers. It was late so we were among the only ones still out. I could add a very poetic piece about the cotton-wool clouds and the witchy moon but I won't. Suffice to say it was wickedly fun.
My Birthday:
Birthdays strike me as a very odd reason for a celebration. When you're young, they mean "congratulations, you've lived x years without getting hit by a truck!" When you're older, it means "wow, welcome to the wonderful world of wrinkles." (Emphasize the w on wrinkles or else the alliteration doesn't work.) Anyway, it was very fun.
On the day itself we had a small family celebration in which I was showered with books books books: album covers considered as art, (or porno, if we're talking Roxy Music), a book on the great world music makers, (Bob Marley, Brian Eno, Lata Mangeshkar etc), Meet the Beatles, a book on creative political activism, and Wild Raspberries, the Warhol recipe book.
Later on, I got a custom bearhug from Pilot, and Xplode-a-Ferret tried to sing the Beatle's birthday song. It was pretty damn funny.
Yesterday, Guy Fawkes day, I had my actual friend party, during which I decided that they all know me too well: CD gift certificate from Snowy, "I'm With the Band" shirt from Brainsponge, Clash poster, badge, and pins from Joe (who is actually a girl, I call her Joe because I CAN), more books from Twin1 and Twin 2, Uncle John's Unstoppable Bathroom Reader from Jazz, that sort of thing. Oh, and chocolates. Hurray. We had a good deal of fun trying to be all black and white, with me looking unnervingly like Grace Kelly hairstylewise.
SUPERB!
Cheers, Jasper
Anyway, I am now able to tell about two of my favorite holidays: Halloween and my birthday.
Halloween:
I was caught in another one of those situations when I know what my costume looks like but not what it is. After much rummaging around in my brain chambers, I finally decided to be Beauty (without my mask) and the Beast (with the mask). Other rejected options included Lady Stardust (Bowie) and Sweet Jane (Lou Reed).
Peaches, Sparkly and I holed up in Peaches's house, handing out candy to all the adorable little kids in animal suits who showed up. We accidentally offered candy to the pizza guy as well. He was not amused.
Eventually we got bored and decided to go out ourselves. For once, it wasn't snowing, so I got by without wearing several million layers. It was late so we were among the only ones still out. I could add a very poetic piece about the cotton-wool clouds and the witchy moon but I won't. Suffice to say it was wickedly fun.
My Birthday:
Birthdays strike me as a very odd reason for a celebration. When you're young, they mean "congratulations, you've lived x years without getting hit by a truck!" When you're older, it means "wow, welcome to the wonderful world of wrinkles." (Emphasize the w on wrinkles or else the alliteration doesn't work.) Anyway, it was very fun.
On the day itself we had a small family celebration in which I was showered with books books books: album covers considered as art, (or porno, if we're talking Roxy Music), a book on the great world music makers, (Bob Marley, Brian Eno, Lata Mangeshkar etc), Meet the Beatles, a book on creative political activism, and Wild Raspberries, the Warhol recipe book.
Later on, I got a custom bearhug from Pilot, and Xplode-a-Ferret tried to sing the Beatle's birthday song. It was pretty damn funny.
Yesterday, Guy Fawkes day, I had my actual friend party, during which I decided that they all know me too well: CD gift certificate from Snowy, "I'm With the Band" shirt from Brainsponge, Clash poster, badge, and pins from Joe (who is actually a girl, I call her Joe because I CAN), more books from Twin1 and Twin 2, Uncle John's Unstoppable Bathroom Reader from Jazz, that sort of thing. Oh, and chocolates. Hurray. We had a good deal of fun trying to be all black and white, with me looking unnervingly like Grace Kelly hairstylewise.
SUPERB!
Cheers, Jasper
posted by RACL at 1:21 PM
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I take "futeristic" as a compliment. :)
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