October 30th, 2010

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30 Days of Letters Meme

A new month, a new 30 day meme. And not surprisingly it's ganked from speccygeekgrrl

Here's the challenge, each day for the next month, write a blog in letter form to the following people:

Here's the list

Some more catching up:

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Dear Sebastian,

I know it's morbid, but I have this a feeling that this is going to be our last Halloween together. I hope I'm wrong and this time next year, we're planning another great costume or just getting together for hair day, but I can't shake it, after all the health problems you've had this year.

I'm not sure I remember the first time I really met you, but I've always associated it with one of Timons' birthday parties, because that was the first time I went to the Mint and felt like I really belonged among gender-fucking drag-queens with beards and Timons himself who sang so badly, but with so much love and enthusiasm.

Somewhere, some time, over tea at the bar, we bonded, and I became your Karaoke acolyte, buying my own disks (like you), going to your parties, hanging out with your friends, and generally making the Mint the center of my life.

After a few years of trying and hinting and suggesting, you ran into me after the worst haircut of my life and convinced me to let you make me a redhead and a redhead I have been ever since, going to your house every two months again to make sure I stay that way.

So you changed my life twice. We had so many great times together, but it's the Halloweens that really stand out the most, making Halloween MY holiday. I've never felt as beautiful as I did on some of those nights with the hair and make-up you did for me. 1999-dominatrix. 2000-Magenta from Rocky Horror. And maybe the greatest night of all-2001-Rita Hayworth in Gilda. Part of it was my ability to get in shape, but there were also the incredible things you did with my hair and face.

Tomorrow I'm going to your house in the morning and by 4PM we'll be at the Mint, and I know (thanks to you) I'm going to look SPECTACULAR!!!

We've had so many great times (and rough times) together. I haven't even started on the New Years Eves we spent at the Mint together when you didn't have a date and my husband was working.

Please take your meds, do your exercises and eat what the doctors tell you.

(I'm not ready to find out what my hair really looks like underneath the color.)

Love K-GAL.
Candy Corn

Eight hours and counting. - Countdown to Come As You're Not!

OK, I've almost got the geodesic yurt set up and I'm waiting on deliveries of food, beverages and recreational drugs. The Brain Bleach fountain is looking lovely, and the peeing cherubs are always a nice touch.

The omni-sexual bartenders flew in last night and checked in with me, but I haven't seen them since. I hope they're sleeping...or at least sleeping it off.

The DJ's are still open to suggestions, so if you have any songs or play-lists to contribute feel free to comment here or PM me

Whether my costume is ready in time or whether I show up in a mask and a g-string is still anyone's guess.

I will put up the party post at Midnight PST, so that things can be getting underway on the UK side while America sleeps. I think we're going to have a fairly intimate party this year, so please try and bring friends so we get as many readers as possible.
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30 Days of Letters Meme

A new month, a new 30 day meme. And not surprisingly it's ganked from speccygeekgrrl

Here's the challenge, each day for the next month, write a blog in letter form to the following people:

Here's the list

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to


Dear Bubbles,

Thank you for everything. You've managed to protect me and keep me working at the on-site, even through some of the worst and stupidest screw-ups imaginable.

But I really think, on some level, I might be better off, if you'd just let me fall.

I hate my job and I'm just not very good at it. I feel like I'm going crazy from stress. I walk in every day and feel like I'm always hanging on by a thread of either screwing up or that I'm going to snap and either get snarky with someone or maybe just bluntly tell someone that they can just put their overprivileged ass in a coach seat like the rest of us. (Or something like that.)

I'll never tell you this and I doubt I'll ever have the guts to walk away on my own, so there it is, Bubbles. Thanks, but no thanks...and thanks.