Went shopping with Marge ... spent too much money ... got lots o' nifty stuff. I now own a hot pink bra and hello kitty underwear, and a red fishnet shirt. Oh, and some sexy heels with lacing up the back.
Went to Michael's work for dinner, nummy tofu, creepy cooks.
TC and Q Club this evening ... nothing exceptionally notable, except strange interactions between a couple of our more trollish companions. I'm glad I carry a camera with me.
Chris Radalesceu (I know I spelled that so wrong. It's as close as I can get) showed up tonight, for the first time in a while. He had an interesting French kid with him.
Armand was there as well, looking raggedy.
Ended up having to get off the freeway on the way home, because of a police chase. It's kinda freaky to look in the rearview mirror, and see a quickly approaching formation of police cars, lights flashing and everything. and a bit of a relief to find that they were not chasing me.
By the time I got back on the freeway, the cops and the red truck they were chasing were long gone, and I saw no more of them. I was rather disappointed, I wanted to see the standoff.
Heather called me not too long ago to demand that I attend her birthday party. I agreed on the condition that she attend mine.
She wants presents. I have no clue what to get her.
Brett (assuming his schedule works out) and I are going to go see this thing tomorrow night ... I'm not quite sure how to describe it, but the stuff i've found online (very little) mostly says "cabaret". So it should be fun. And if it's not fun, there's a bar. Cryss called me tonight and said that he is going to be there as well. I think this will be interesting, if nothing else ...
Flea's back hurts him badly today. I'm all sorts of worried ... I really am at a loss as to what to do with him. I know all my options, but I am unable to decide what to do. I just hate to see him suffer.
and tattoo pictures, as promised ... you'd be amazed how hard it is to take a picture of the back of your own leg ...