i went to a hippy party. the coolest thing was that there were arts and crafts by the fire side and i made this flower from paper and pipecleaners. it is a space passion flower. i made it up. both the name and the design.


part way through the night i also thought it was appropriate to steal the decorations and add them to my (actually, and surprisingly, non-existant) costume. then i started to steal them on the behalf of others. i stole one for a man (one of only like three men at the party) and he then called me a fag hag. i got grumpy. but later on he told me he lusted for me. or somesuch. how could i stay mad?

the party had a dj. a semi-professional one. who was a bit of a control freak. when she wasn't looking i put on grandmaster flash. it was the highlight, musically, of the night. but she told me off. even though there were like a hundred people on the dancefloor rocking out in early eighties style.

now i'm home. tired and looking terrible.


even though it is pretty late, i think i will catch me an episode or two of dawsons seasons five. good lord it is good. much better than i'd expected. i recommend highly.