We’re going out right now.
We’re fixing to go to some house party. These two guys have a house that looks like a church, in the Montrose. They hire a DJ and have parties once a month. It costs $20 to get in. All you can drink. Tonight’s the last night, because they’re selling the house or something. So it’s only $15. Woo hoo.
weekend laundry list
As long-time readers know, I’m a single mom of three so I don’t get tons of grown-up time. This weekend my kids are with their dad, so I have to pack in the fun and stuff.
Yesterday after work my cousin Randy and I ate burritos and then went to see Kill Bill. It wasn’t as good as people would have me believe. It could have been half as long.
I dropped Randy off and then my man Tad took me to #s. I didn’t even dress up. Well, I never do, but I usually try to wear dark colors out of respect for all the goth children there. But this time I just wore a light green sweater from Old Navy because I didn’t care. Some girl was there dancing like a stripper, showing her G-string and pulling down her tube top every once in a while. We figured she was trying to gather clientele. Some little boy was there looking just like Jack White from the White Stripes. Some guy was dressed kind of like the Clockwork Orange people, but with a spiked jockstrap on top of everything else. Some old lady was dancing by herself. Tad said she’s always there. They call her the Old Bat and say she’s just there to troll for young guys. I thought she was bad-ass, though. She looked like she was only there to dance.
We went home. We woke up. I spent a few moments crying — feeling sorry for myself. I only do that when the kids aren’t home, usually, but I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t done it for months. I wiped my eyes and we went to the part of town where Indians, Arabs, and Mexican bakeries intertwine to pick up my children’s Playstation 2, which I’d just had repaired. The guy makes me pay cash or check. I guess they don’t want Sony tracking them down.
We ate dim sum. My first time. Tad kept passing up things that looked good to me for things that tasted like they’d been wrapped in bacon. I realized that Tad and I have completely different taste in dim sum. It’s okay, though. Our love withstood it. The best thing I ate was big drops of taro root rolled in wispy fried batter. We didn’t get dessert because I figured everything was made of red beans, and red beans aren’t enough to cheat on my diet for.
We went to a 99 cent store there in China World. (Downtown is China Town, Bellaire is China World. No one calls it that but me, though. But it’s true.) They had all kinds of cool shit, so I bought it all. Stuff for my kids’ xmas stockings. “Sweetie, those aren’t worth 99 cents,” Tad said, pointing to the bag of plastic turtles in my basket. “Tell me where I can get them for less than 99 cents, and I’ll put them back,” I said. But we didn’t feel like flying to Taiwan today.
We saw Scary Movie 3, which was as stupid as you’d expect, but not even stupid-funny. It was actually kind of sad, the way they tried to make it all Airplane-esque and it just wasn’t anything at all. But the best part about the movie was getting there early and having an hour to kill. We killed it by walking around outside in the very, very fabulous weather, holding hands and stuff like grodily happy couples do. For a while we just sat on the fire escape stairs behind the theater and didn’t do anything at all but be happy. It was kind of like high school, but better because now we have cars.
We went to Payless Shoes, because I needed new shoes but didn’ t have enough money to buy real ones, seeing as how the kids’ dad finally lost his job for real and therefore won’t be paying us child support. And that’s fine, because I make my budget without it, anyway, but he just informed me that he won’t be paying for their medical insurance, anymore, either, even though he’s ordered to by the court, even if he has to do it by COBRA. But he’s not going to, because no one enforces a goddamned thing the court ordered him to do. The medical insurance at my work is really expensive because I work for a privately owned company, and last year a bunch of people had surgery and prescription drug addictions and vacation stays at the hospital and stuff, so this year the rates went up. So the insurance is really expensive, and suddenly I have to come up with $200 more per month than I’m used to shelling out. So nice shoes go off the budget, and I bought two pairs of vinyl shoes at Payless as the last hurrah before the baby-daddy’s health insurance is gone.
After that, Tad and I went and ate at Mama’s Cafe. Then it was time to get ready to go.
And here we go.
