It dawned on me yesterday that I won't be celebrating Halloween this year.
Not that I'm an avid Halloweener and that it's a ritual every year, but if I had to choose only one yearly celebration to raise hell with, Halloween would be 2nd to my wedding anniversary.
I mean really, I'm never ready with a costume anymore. I have high hopes every year that I'll be celebrating, but it never seems to happen.
And it's never a big loss, it's just that every year, I always think I'm going to do something.
procrastinators unite! after halloween ...
I know. Sounds like a no brainer.
If I'm not interested enough to get ready for it, then it's no big deal.
Well, this year, some friends had said they'd have a party and I thought this year we'd go. So I marked attending! on my Facebook invite.
Then I hear, "Ummmmm, so you're going to their party alone?"
Well obviously not! Our 'rough around the edges friends' don't just have a 'party'. It's the kind of party that includes a few whips 'n chains, and maybe a little bit of 'good pain', blood and bruises as souvenirs.
Just the thing Papi and I enjoy doing together. Alas, Papi continued, "Because that's a day after my surgery."
the pieces of the puzzle all fell into place ...
"Got it!" I replied, marking off another day closer to Dr. Scissorhands.
this brain injury moment brought to you by the letters, d, u, h.
Anyway, I realized I wasn't going, and started reminiscing about a few of the times that I've had some doozy costumes.
Like the bumble bee.
pillows made into puffy balls of bumble bee phat ...
My costume was epic!
Until I had to go pee.
I had drank 'too' much beer.
I couldn't get my arms around the pillows of bumble bee phat to open the crotch of the costume to relieve myself the washroom.
Hell! I could barely fit through the stall door, never mind try to close it once I was in.
Well, I'm pretty sure you can figure out how that one ended. All I know is that's the only memory I have of that particular Halloween.
yup ... some people should just stay clean 'n sober ...
But, the point of all this was that I finally clued into the time line of Papi's surgery.
The weekend of Halloween, I'll be commuting back and forth to bum-fuck-no-where to have some full on quality Papi time complete with drooling from pain meds.
we'll both be in fine company ...
Wayyyyyyyy out there.
A place where I never venture, for it's where they put all the sex offenders on parole. You see, nobody squawks about it, because they're too busy restocking beer from the liquor store and ignoring the molesting of their own children.
That and beating the fear of 'god' into their kids.
It's surprising that they would have Trannies come out to this area. I mean it's the same kinda 'community' where rednecks would beat the shit out of anyone queer, never mind what they'd do to trannies.
None-the-less, that's where we'll be in less than three weeks.
Well, if you're not a Canuck, you may not know that today is Thanksgiving here in Canada, so tonight we'll be taking the G'ma out to Swiss Chalet.
no, i don't cook anything that can't be done in a frying pan, wok or steamer.
So, in honour of Thanksgiving, I'm thankful that I don't have to be out in bum-fuck-nowhere today, and I'm thankful that I not only have a pain reliever that works, but it also keeps my PTSD down to a manageable level so when I think of the predators out in bum-fuck-nowhere, I don't shake.
and the countdown continues ...