What's Your Sign?
Kristy and I went out on the town last night. We seem to go out together once every two years or so, and it's is always a night to remember.
Last night we had aliases. Not only names, but entire lives.
Kristy moniker was Ginger Spice, a truck driver from Vancouver B.C.
And I was Savannah Georgia from, strangely enough, Alabama. I drove a 1972 orange Volkswagen Beetle and wrote semi-autobiographical romance novels for a living.
Unfortunately, we were not approached and not given a chance to really flesh out our characters.
We are rarely approached when we go out because we are always in seriously deep conversation. If we dance, we dance together. We hold hands a lot, too. And drunkenly declare, "I love you!"
"No! I love YOU!"
It is all in good fun and super silly, but from the outside I am sure we look like a couple.
Not exactly the right kind of fodder for the predators in most bars, thank god.
But dammit, Savannah had some stories to tell.
posted by Shari @ 8/06/2006
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4 Comments:
That's awesome Savannah...maybe next time you can give her a spin on some less than savory men.
And also, good luck with the J-O-B. You'll be great!
For sure and i thought I was the only one crazy enough to do this. Isn't it wonderful that you have a friend with whom you can do this kind of thing? :>
I think I saw you! I was Boba Fett McQueen, and my buddy was Meatslab Squathrust.
Ant.
I have a REAL porno moustache. Take that! ;-)
Yes, packs of oversexed men probably think you and your friend are lovers.
In certain parts of Britain, this will actually attract MORE men, in the erroneous belief that all those letters they read in Playboy are actually true.
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