Sunday, November 1, 2009

The (sort of) Lost Weekend

I spent my last weekend in town at the Brayley household.

On Friday, I went by Philips, turned in my laptop and badge, and said au revoir to mes amis. It was sad but a long time in coming. I felt a sense of relief to close a seven-year chapter of my life, although I hated to leave the people. Then I went home and took a nap…as usual, not sleeping much and emotionally exhausted.

Friday night, I took my pumpkin over to the Brayley household for the annual carving and chili fest. Doug, Jay, Greg, Amanda, Mary Beth, Steve and Ed were there…and I’m surprised Matty could sleep through all loud talking and laughing. My pumpkin ended up being a “Where the Wild Things Are”-type monster, and I actually finished in a reasonable amount of time, unlike last year. Ed filled me in on a lot of good info on Minneapolis…he lived here for quite a while and still owns a rental house here. Beth’s tortilla soup was fabulous, despite Jay’s bitching about it not being “Frito pie.” But what would a gay pumpkin carving be without Jay bitching?

I went home with a warm feeling in my belly. I took my grandma out for an early dinner on Saturday, then I headed back over to the Brayley’s with my costume in hand. Oh yeah, did I mention that it was both Pride AND Halloween weekend? Beth, Matt and I started getting ready about 10pm. I was a fallen angel…dressed in white with wings, a halo, sparkly white eyelashes and sparkly white makeup, topped off by devil horns, devil tail, red choker and bright red lipstick. Beth was a naughty Goldilocks, complete with thigh-highs, platform patent mary janes, a blonde wig in pigtails, and a short skirt with crinoline petticoat. The boys (Matt, Ed and Steve) were Goldy’s three bears…and not the hibernating kind, if you get my drift. Ed and Steve had spent the day with Jay and Greg doing god knows what, so we met them at Blake’s. I won’t mention the rest of the night except to say that I got money shoved into my cleavage. Thankfully only one of our part was hurting the next day.

Sunday, got up in the am, but still tired, due to the 4:30a bedtime. Matty had gotten sick the night before at his grandma’s so Beth and Matt went to pick him up. I went back to sleep on the couch. Sometime after, Ed and Steve went to the parade and Matt, Beth and Matty came home and went back to bed too. It was a lazy Sunday, and we were sad to miss the parade, but that’s ok. I left to go home in the late afternoon which triggered some tears, especially when Beth was trying to explain to Matty that I wouldn’t see him again for a while. Awww.

I went home and packed some final stuff, then collapsed into bed.

Pictures to come.

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