Whoo! So, last night I did indeed, despite my fatigue, go to Buttles' Glam Rock party dressed as the drummer for Def Leppard. I scrunched my hair up as much as possible and sprayed it to look scrunchier, wrote "Do You Take Sugar?" on the front of a white t-shirt, and "One Lump or Two?" on the back, grabbed some jeans and my pool sandals and a drumstick (courtesy of Greg, the last of the three drummers I dated in high school), and headed off with one arm shoved down my jeans (down the side, you pervert...and yes, I took it out to drive, dummy) to Muira's place to meet up with Sonya and the gang.

I was just about to trash the whole thing after two hours at Muira's and a bunch of girly Indian girls (Sonya and sisters) giving me these strange, "Oh, God, why did I ask her to come to this party with us?" looks. Seriously, I had thought it was pretty witty, but they kept avoiding my quests for validation and shooting worried glances at each other. Despite my knowledge that they have NO. IDEA. what this guy looks like for real, and no idea what a huge issue it was when Def Leppard came back with their now-monoarmed drummer (they were spending their time listening to Chicago and James Taylor, after all), I was still starting to question my wit.

Until I walked into the party, and Buttles', dressed as the lead singer to Poison, yelled out, "Dude! You're totally on my wall right now! That costume rocks!" and pointed to his wall, where he was projecting none other but a dvd of Def Leppard. I pointed to the drummer, and Sonya's jaw dropped.

"Oh. My. God." she says, "You look EXACTLY like him. Holy crap! I mean, the hair is perfect!" A few seconds later I was able to point out the towel that he always carries with him, which he was using to wipe his sweaty brow, and hence prove to her that I was not remiss in adding a similar towel to my own get-up. Yee haw.

The evening was complete when, just as we were getting ready to go, a guy in acid washed, elastic-waist jeans and a mullet approached me and said, "Excuse me, I just had to say...I mean, I'd shake your hand, but...well, I just had to tell you that that's the most brilliant costume of the night." I spun my drumstick in my fingers, tucked it under my armpit (like the good ex-drum major I am), gave him a three-fingered "rawk!" sign, and said, "thanks, man." He returned the "rawk!" hand signal, then went back to nursing his Pabst Blue Ribbon Lite, and I headed toward the door with a much abashed Sonya.

A night well spent, I'd say.

In other news, I'm supposed to, as part of the assignment from the self-help book, write down where I see myself in six months, and where I see myself in a year.

I'm not totally sure if that means whole-life-wise, or just dating-wise, so I'll do a bit o' both: In six months, I'd like to be living in my own apartment (managing Dad's building, something we talked about last week and I'm so happy about I can barely stand it), signing another contract to teach another two semesters at USC, a size smaller than I am now, and at the beginning-ish phase of what could/would be a very nice long-term relationship with someone who treats me well and who is smart and doesn't do drugs.

In a year, I'd like to be finishing up my third semester teaching at USC, on the way to finishing up the fundraising for the new pool, two sizes smaller than I am now, and in the midst of a great romance/relationship with the aforementioned wonder of the world.

I don't know if that's a flakey way of writing that down, or if that's okay. I'm just going to stick with that for the time being, and if I need to edit it later, I will. I'm still new to the book and to admitting that I'm even participating in what the book says, for God's sake. Lemme 'lone.

I've been shoving candy down my gullet all day and watching movies that make me cry. I think it's time to eat something remotely balanced and finish reading this book I've been perusing lately. Oh yeah, and to do another self-help chapter.

Woo.

Posted by twids at 5:07 pm