Happy Pockets & The Man Taste

Dearest Hottata
It's Official: Halloween is the new Christmas!
I don't know if you know this about me, but i like dressing up in costumes. and i find people are more interesting when they are also dressed in costume. i mean really, who are you going to have more to talk about with; boring University of Abercrombie guy or robot guy who has spray painted himself from head to toe silver? call me crazy..but i go for the spray paint every time.

Which leads me to Saturday Night: What a Ridonqulous Fun night! its been a while since i had a night of good wholesome fun. it was exactly what they doctor ordered. [well, actually the opposite of what they actual doctor ordered because my sickness has progressed from the "hurts to breathe" level to the "hurts to blink" level] but my health aside, Saturday night was exactly what the Doctor ordered. I think the main reason
I’m so happy the night turned out so fun was because by mid-day things were not looking promising. We had [of course] left our costume planning to 3:00 pm that day. Our crew drove by the Village of Value on Whyte and much to our dismay saw a disgusting huge crowd of people swarming around in it. All those idiots had left their costume buying to the last minute! I don't really like the village that much on a good day, let alone with a bunch of people rubbing up around me so we vetoed that option. Things were tense, I was feeling sick and Jenny and Dave were having a slight lover’s quarrel. The only logical solution to our probs was to hit up Bonnie Doon mall. WOWZERS! What can i say about Bonnie Doon Mall? i think i could write an entire sociological dissertation on the variety of people that had decided to spend their Saturday afternoon there. First of all, there were tons of old people. old people are shifty cause you never really know what they’re gonna pull, they pretend their frail and confused but mostly they’re just evil. So, I was already a little on edge. I also witnessed a pretty intense domestic dispute and saw a guy get arrested for shoplifting from Carlton Cards…like seriously buddy…Show Her You Care by Giving Her a Collect Call from Flathead County Prison? I think she would’ve been satisfied with a home-made card. You know, something from the heart. Anyways, I am almost positive it is the Whyte Trash Vortex of Edmonton. This was lucky for us because we were on a mission to deck ourselves out as Glam-Rawkers. After a quick trip to Stitches and a stop-in at San Francisco we were ready to go!

I went home feeling like shit but after half a bottle of cough syrup and a red bull with vodka later things were looking way up. “The Band” met up @ Dave’s to pre-game and we were off to see Sloan! It was still the cover band The Yoko-whatever the Eff their name is so we bought some of their buttons and went to RATT. It was a private function but when you’re a Rock Star “normal people” rules don’t apply to you. We made friends fast. By then we had decided on our Band Name: “Happy Pockets & The Man Taste.” (My Glam-Name was Lazer.) I guess this function was for the University of Alberta Faculty of Forestry students only. So, they were all basically hippies and lumberjacks. They are REALLY lucky we crashed their party because we were really, really fun. (at least that’s what we have all collectively agreed upon) I ended up knowing one of the bartenders so shots were quickly and repeatedly dispensed. It was back down to Dinwoodie to watch Sloan rock out and rock out they did…as we were leaving this random annoying guy just decided to fight us for no reason. (I think he was racist!) Lazer and Ace (aka Jenny and I) managed to intervene before any of the guys smudged their eyeliner or ripped their leather pants. It was back up to RATT where our band was announced over the loud speaker upon arrival. How I do love my fame, even if it only lasted 15 minutes. I met some really kindred spirits that night in the form of Bender from Futurama, He-Man, Princess Jillian, and the Ambiguously Gay duo. After last call we decided it was time for home, unfortunately the sudden snowfall that had fallen over Edmonton was causing a huge cab shortage so we were freezing cold and screwed for a ride. I believe this is about the point in the night when I made (yet another) long distance drunken phone call to you. Texts were sent, messages left, I’m actually still doing damage control. Dale eventually flagged us down a van-cab (we are pretty sure the cabby had confused him in his wig for a hooker) and we got home. Dave had graciously given up his bed for Jenny and I and he hit the couch. Unfortunately for Jenny (but lucky for me) in her drunken state she had not quite figured this out and thought I was Dave all night. I thought the level of cuddling was a little odd but I decided to roll with it haha. And this concludes another Halloween in the life of Linny. I hope all is well in Vancouver, I look forward to hearing of your adventures with Kelly Kat.
Love Frittata