Homecoming Dance

My niece Julia is 15 and going to the Homecoming dance tonight. First, she bought a dress, next, had to buy the shoes that matched. Then, put that on-- and of course she needed the accessories, like earrings, necklace and bracelet. Why, for crying out loud, you can’t have the complete look without getting hair, nails and makeup done.

And then, you go to the dance. Kick off the shoes, chip the nails, and sweat off the makeup and hairdo.

Well, my life is on a parallel. I first stripped the wallpaper and painted the dining room. But then the kitchen didn’t match. So then I did that. Then the living room had to coordinate with the colors. But that made the entry way and hall look dated. So, now I have painted for 36 hours, stayed awake due to ghost noises another 15 hours, and slept 10. The paint job looks great. But then I look at the leak stains on the ceiling and the crappy carpet. It’s got to go.

And then, you check in the renters. And before you know it, there are fingerprints on the walls, stains on the carpet, and scratches on the furniture.

The ghost seems to approve of all the work I’ve done, he let me sleep last night. You have to read the comments on my haunted house blog. My sister always has to outdo me with her humor. And sweet Liz telling me to “be brave” as she is about to pop a baby out. She’s the one that needs to be brave.

Tonight I took myself on a date to a nice restaurant. I met two other single women there. We ate in the bar area. Then we went to the club next door which had an incredible blues band playing. One of my new friends claimed to be a professional dancer and she rocked the house… (was she maybe a stripper and I didn’t catch on?)…the other new friend pointed out a trans-sexual on the dance floor. I had to ask her what a trans-sexual was.

I stood there with my jaw dropped. The trans-sexual looked pretty sexy to me. I wondered whether the man who was dancing with her knew.