What a weekend. the Highs and Lows of the life of Brat…

On Friday night, I did a dry run of my costume. I donned the Tooth Fairy duds and headed to the bar. Other than the two cute house painters there, I was the only one in costume. Walking into a bar with wings was an experience I’ve been dreaming about. Oh yeah, let me share my costume…

Picture this.

Sneakers, white tights, white tutu, White Fairy Wings, White T-Shirt with a big ol smiling Tooth, a big assed, super rusted pair of pliers and a cigarette.

I was a pissed off tooth fairy. and I had a blast.

Saturday night, I donned the same costume for a Black Tie Fundraiser for the Howard Brown Health Center, Chicago’s LGBT health clinic. I have been volunteering for this fundraiser for about 5 weeks trying to get items donated for the silent auction. On the night of the event, I arrived at the event about an hour early and quietly changed into my costume. Peels of laughter were heard as I stepped from the handicapped (private) restroom.

Throughout the evening, I was thrown smiles and laughs from adoring, and shocked spectators. One of the items on display was a Bright Red Vespa, that many times had a smiling and waving tooth fairy sitting on it shouting “chow”, “chow”.

The night was a blast. I even met a handsome prince with the most stunning, sparkle in his smiling eyes. We flirted shamelessly throughout the evening, and even blatantly once I had changed back into my normal clothes. I wrote his name on my hand, and gave me his number to go with it. I hope he calls.

Sunday morning, bright and early, I jumped into the car to meet my parents for breakfast. They were driving though on their way home from visiting my brother. The only reason we were having breakfast was because my lovely roommate called them on how mean it was to pass thru Chicago and never contact me.

rewind

Thursday I called him to check on my brother with ass-cancer and he told me that Mary and Gene were on their way to Madison to visit my oldest brother. I was floored, hurt, and extremely angry. I shared this with my roommate who immediately called my sister-in-law (its a very tangled web of relationships) and informed her. My parents knew they were busted and proceeded to call me constantly throughout the weekend.

Finally, in an attempt to stop my phone from ringing and get a little nap, I answered and agreed to meet them for breakfast on their way back home. They told me that they had planned this all along and that they were looking forward to seeing me. I knew it was a guilt response cause they would have contacted me to tell me if they had truly planned to see me. This was just another in a long series of similar events throughout my adult life.

So that explains the scrambled guilt part of the post.

Sunday night I went to the Halloween parade in boystown, but was a little sidetracked by this handsome beefy man in leather. The looks, approach and demeanor of this man told me one thing, but once we arrived at his flat a few blocks away, I quickly realized my error and again, thanks to my cat-like reflexes, I was saved from yet another black eye as his legs shot towards the ceiling. False advertising indeed. I’m calling shenanigans! “shenanigans!”

Now its back to work… Oh yeah, and I met my numbers last month.