Wig Out 2006!!!!

I'm not going to lie... Friday sucked. It sucked big time.. it sucked so much that I even cried. First I made up stuff in my head to be worried about (this is something I do on a regular basis because I'm a girl that overthinks EVERYTHING)

Secondly, I got into it w/ someone I work with... About an hour later of fighting, we finally came to a good resolution but the weight of the argument is resting on your shoulders.

THIRDLY and finally and the most sucky... the bank basically told me "you're stupid, it's your fault you were robbed & we can't do anything for you so you can now say goodbye to your youth, looks AND money"..... awesome.. I didn't want to go visit my friends in Vegas apparently after all.. super great.

Lucky enough for me the weekend may have started out that way but it didn't last... S finally came good on a bet we had. So when I came back from the defeating meeting at the bank, I had a giant bottle of Crown sitting right there in the middle of my desk... Woo Hoo, the weekend is finally looking up! So a Friday night that was coined as a low key evening, turned into me rolling in around 3am. So much for self control.

I just got an msn msg from a friend that told me that I looked good on Friday nite.... good to know that is why probably I was getting chatted up in the bar. Also may explain why, while walking home alone that evening, a car would pull up beside me and roll down the window to say something to me...

K, I live in downtown Vancouver, & get dumb ass comments from freaks, weirdos & dum guys on a pretty consistent basis. So I was pretty prepared to blow off these clowns & give a good dose of attitude.... but not before they informed me that may be I should stop talking to myself......................... errrrrrr. oops. Yes, I forgot I do that... I just need about three cats & to relocate myself into the west end where I'd really fit in.... HOWEVER... I have to say, some of those conversations with me are the best I've ever had.

So after a fitful sleep, I managed to get out of bed, clean up & pack for what would be my stag?... yes, I had my stag on Saturday night. Bet none of you knew eh?

Saturday night was the Annual Whistler Wig Out. None of you know about because there is a secret society of drunks that get together, put on wigs & go out on the town in Whistler under the guise of a stagette. It started four years ago for one of their friends who's stag it really was. They thought it was so much fun that they had to keep it up. So the following year, one of the girls volunteered to be a bride. Last year was a real stag again & this year they needed another fake bride...... guess who stepped up to the plate?...........................ohhhhhh yeaaaaaaa. I brought it baby & then some.

I've learned that:

A: I really actually can lie as long as you don't know me
B: I'm a very dirty girl
and
C: You can never go to far. (Actually, I learned that from Ferris Bueller but I was able to test it out Saturday night)

Needless to say there are dozens of shameless photos that I will NEVER post on this site.

An added bonus to the day was the unveiling of the para-Olympic Logo coupled with a free concert that included the likes of Spirit of the West, Chantal Kreviazuk & Philosopher Kings... That was pretty fun. It combined my two loves.. Outdoor concerts & anything free. Philosopher Kings proved that there are 2 panty removers.... Gin & them.. HOLY crap are they hot. I've seen them 3 times in concert & love it every time. That night in Garfinkels, I got to meet the lead singer & the piano player..... Do you ever get the chance to meet two people that you have been panting over for a long time? It's pretty exciting right? It might have been a better moment if I wasn't wearing a pink wig with a veil attached whilst holding a penis cup.... Not Hot.... Nope. Not Really.

I have to say that yesterday my stomache hurt from laughing too much. (such problems) and that it really was a great time. These girls were so much fun. My favourite line of the night is when someone would ask me "So is this your stag?" and my response would always be "Do you think I dress like this for fun?" ... hey, I wasn't lying they just chose to not believe the ridiculous.