Be strong, Gail.

People at work keep asking me what I'm going to "be" for Halloween and I'm like, damn, I wear a costume everyday in this place. Except I don't say that, I just smile and shrug and try to look charming.

I went to a going-away party on Saturday and I was so far away from sober, the furthest I've been in a very long time, so much so that louche's photos, which I usually enjoy looking at after an event, make me cringe at how fcked up my face and eyes look, revealing my state. Other people still look pretty fabulous. I should have just been wearing my mask the whole time, then it wouldn't have been maybe quite as obvious. I do think the unitard was fairly dashing though. I mean, seriously. I should have billed myself as Captain Chesthair. Or Alec Baldwin. Click here to see a group shot of the Shiny Red Brigade, with me on the far right, in case you don't know. Except my personality was more like Captain Compassion. When I get that far from sober, I am the most loving, happy, compassionate person in the world who could power the city electricity grid with my hippie love. I think also wearing the unitard helped strip down to reveal any and all vulnerability, emotional or physical. Oh, and mintwaster, I do remember your suggestion of "This Bridge Called My Back". I also remember possibly rubbing my Ken doll on people inappropriately. Or maybe it was perfectly appropriate.

In Other News^TM, I'm generally not a proponent of sex in the shower but I think I've learned that if trying to pre-plan or orchestrate it, it's often doomed to fail, but if it's just going with the feeling of the moment, it's pretty fcking hot and successful.