and she was with some kid called David, from the garage up the road.

So sad that my "weekend off" is coming to a close.I ended up doing a lot more hair than I wanted to yesterday,but Hey business is picking up again,and it's money(or good trade) so who am I to turn that away???I ended up at a birthday party last night with several of my cohorts.By all accounts it was a strange group.LL is in heat.Erin is looking for parties where there is a keg,a fire and a fight.Lelyn has been off and on interested in the birthday girl,who is also a newer hair client of mine.

Within half an hour LL had already crawled up on the prettiest/dirtiest boy in this party(and I mean a boy of twenty) and Lelyn was embroiled in politico talk with The Dame (who apparently is on the outs with both the birthday girl and the DJ) and Erin is canvassing the room for cigarettes for us to share on the porch,and I am being bombarded by the attentions of some loud hippy in a tiedye who professed both satanism and cannibalism.I later paid him two dollars to stop talking to me.It was terrifying.

The next thing I know LL is giving us her car-keys,leading that boy out the door,and telling me she'd call me in the morning.Erin nearly starts a fight on the porch because some guy tried to snatch something out of my hand when he was not in rotation.I think that she was probably trying to fill in one of her party requirements,since there were actually two kegs,but no bonfire.Lelyn looks like he's planning espionage with some stand up comic,and I am watching The Dame give the stink eye to this weird theater chick because she slept with the DJ(who is asking me when I can fit him in to do his hair)At this point we decide to leave and go see Lil' Gay Tony at Perkins for muffins.

It seems like that is usually how Saturday night usually ends.We do a bunch of ridiculous things (last week we went to a drag show and watched the guest star set fire to the stage) and then we go see Tony to trade tales of what we have been up to for free, hot and buttery muffins.He has to work the graveyard shift every Saturday and he was our clubbing buddy for years uncountable. He will usually text me from the kitchen asking if the hot boy sitting next to me likes guys. We sit and rehash everything we saw before dragging ass home or to Alex's (the only decent afterhours bar left)

Today I felt off all day because we lost an hour last night to the Daylight Savings Time, which is an evil joke. I feel like I have a slight case of jetlag.LL and I decided to combat this by going to see Tim Burton's 3-D Alice in Wonderland,and then we went to Trilogy to have a winking,cubist Babe the Blue Ox tattooed on LL's ass,while Pixi popped in every once in a while between her piercing appts.Eric,the tattoo artist,played Sleepy Time Gorilla Museum the whole time(thus continuing the whole satanic theme that had been started by that hippy last night).Eric's a strange manbird,and an old friend of mine.After that we went to Track's for supper,only to be waited on by this ol' queen that I did way too much cocaine with on the club scene back in the early nineties.I had no idea that he'd turned back up in Memphis.So then we went to the Walgreen's to run around in the isles until she saw that filthy and adorable boy that she had left with last night.

I think that Hunter was right,when the going gets weird,the weird turn pro.

I am pretty happy that we seem to be reassembling the Squirrel-icane.Last night it was a Level Three before we lost LL to the demands of her libido.Seems like it might be a very interesting spring.