Last Saturday night I joined my two favorite fashion divas, otherwise known as The Boys, to a gallery opening of one of Joe’s friends.  It didn’t take much to get me out.  A night out with my favorite guys?  YES!  Drinks? Twist my arm!  Cute Photographer-Single-Democrat?  HELL YES!

This C.P.S.D was the very talented Eric Baillies.  You can check out some of his amazing work here.  Or HERE:

Eric took pictures at the Obama rally here in Madison (February 2008) during the campaign and then in Washington DC at the inauguration.  His pictures were inspiring and different in that he didn’t just get shots of Obama, instead he captured the people who were moved by this amazing event.  Hence the name of the exhibit, “The Face of Change.”  If you are in the Madison area, his work will be displayed at Glass Nickel Pizza (on the east side) through July.

Eric’s art wasn’t the only thing that was dramatic and caught everyone’s eye that evening.  Joe’s hair did too:

It was LARGE and in charge.  It even managed to cut me off in some pictures.  Later I figured out he was going for the Edward Cullen look that evening.  Yes, very Robert Pattinson.  Nice job, Joe.

After we drank enough of Eric’s beer and I oggled over his photography and his kick ass Obama belt,

The Boys, kidnapped me to a new gay nightclub called Out.   They drove to the exhibit so really, I was their hostage.  Besides it being late (Hey! I’m 93! Being out after 11 pm is LATE!) me trying desperately to get some loser guy off Jason by calling in Joe, and then subsequently getting called a “Fag Hag” by said Loser Guy;  it was a very fun night.

But next time, I’m SO driving myself.

p.s. for all of you, including myself, who don’t know what a Fag Hag is, the definition, per the very reliable source of Wikipedia, is “…a gay slang phrase referring to a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men, or has gay and bisexual men as close friends.“

Jason reassures me I NOT a Fag Hag.  I just love my gays.  So take that Lady!

Wordless Wednesday

Keep your panties on, this post isn’t in regard to my love life.  Although I will say that eHar-meanie hasn’t been AS mean lately.  I have actually gotten some emails and responses.  So… thanks Jack!  More on that later, if there is anything to tell.

But I HAVE been getting lucky in the Blog Give Away department!  Last month I won a Greeblemix from Aimee – an awesome mix CD.

And just today I found out I won Season 4 of Weeds from my dear-cyber-friend-I-haven’t-actually-met-in-person-but-know-we will-be-BFF’s-when-we-do Kelcey!

Therefore this weeks activities will now include watching copious hours of the greatest show on TV, and listening to some kick-ass music on my way to buy a lottery ticket!

Also coming up this week, details on my Saturday night out with The Boys.   Of which I think I’m still recovering…

Saturday night found Tammy and I once again at The Boy’s house for another movie night.  Although this time we didn’t HAVE a movie or show to watch. 
This is where you can start to get scared…

Instead, we had a nice dinner

looked at Tammy’s amazing pictures from her trip to Hawaii and played some games.

After playing two rounds of Apples to Apples and me winning them both, (sore losers) we moved on to Urban Myth – which we weren’t drunk enough for (YAWN!) and then to Partini which we were too drunk for. 

With all the conventional board games out of the way, the four of us began to make up our own games.  Yes, dangerous move.

You see, Joe and Jason love to dress up.  No matter the occasion, if they can get into costume, count them in!  Whether it’s Vintage Ghosts and Sarah Palin and John McCain for Halloween or winning 80’s Prom King and Queen as Madonna and Prince;  they go all out.  

Since they just recently were crowned Prom King and Queen,

Joe’s Madonna outfit made an appearance on Saturday night.   When I saw his wig, I had to try it on.

I wasn’t the only one allowed to have all the fun, so immediately Joe and Jason ran into their spare bedroom and came out with four more wigs from Halloween’s past.  Sigh.  I love my Gays. 

And lo and behold, “Pass It To The Left” was born.

The set up and rules are simple. All you need is 4 people, at least 4 wigs, a dining room table and a digital camera.  Everyone puts on a wig, laughter is ensued, pictures are taken and then everyone Passes [their hairpiece] To The Left. 

Please note, there are some very serious side effects with this game.  Those who are nursing, pregnant, have heart issues or are born without a funny bone should not play.  In addition, laugther is so severe that it very well may result in wetting ones pants, laughing all their make-up off and not being able to breathe.

Once you have passed a short medical exam by a certified doctor, enjoy!

If you are really interested in all the photos, check out my Facebook page.  Or if this was enough to render you mentally incompetent, please, run don’t walk to your nearest shrink and feel free to send me the bill.

So I guess this Valentine’s Day wasn’t as bad as I had thought it would be.   Therefore I’m sparing the idiot with the arrows in the diaper for another year. 

My VDay weekend began on Friday night as I joined my Movie Night friends for another fun filled evening, complete with great food, lots of wine and of course yet another campy flick.  This time it was none other than our dearly departed Anna Anna Fabulous Anna Nicole.  Because really, nothing says Friday the 13th scary like Anna Nicole Smith.

And I thought Little Britain was uncomfortable and disturbing?  Try watching countless episodes of a former, now very high on some unknown drug, Playmate of the Year and her messed up, enabling friends?!?

Speaking of friends, aren’t we cute?

As you can see, pink was the required uniform of the night.  And so were the drinks.

Saturday morning my stomach hurt from all the laughter.  Or maybe it was the pink wine. 

Anyhoo, when I retrieved Ben from his sleep-over at his loving Grandparents, I noticed in his backpack was a folder full of Valentine’s from his little classmates. 
This would have been fine if I had KNOWN ABOUT THIS VALENTINE PARTY!!!

Last week I asked my sweet darling son, “Hey, are you guys having a Valentine party at school?  Should we get Valentine’s?”  To which he replied, “No I don’t think so.  I haven’t gotten anything from my teacher.”  So I let it go thinking 3rd grade was the time when all this nonsense stopped.

However Saturday morning as I was looking down at my son who was smiling like the cat who ate the canary and I exclaimed, “BENJAMIN RICHARD!  What is all this?!?  You told me there wasn’t a Valentine party this year!  You didn’t give out Valentine’s!  But look how many you got!  And with all this candy!” 

He continued smiling and said, “I know!  Isn’t it great?”

For his punishment I’m making him dress like a Leprechaun for St Patty’s Day.  Complete with green tights, a top hat and basket full of four leaf clovers to hand out to all his classmates.  Let’s see how big his smile is then!

The little twirp so didn’t deserve it, but what can I say, I’m a sucker for this kid so later in the day we headed to Target to get each other Valentine gifts.   He did redeem himself when he picked out Coldplay’s Viva La Vida for me and with as much earnest as a boy who was just busted earlier in the day said, “Mom, I’ll get this for you.  I have enough money.”   Forgetting all about the Valentine debacle, I of course wouldn’t let him pay for it.  But I did make him get me some chocolate. 

Thanks to his Grandparents, his poor classmates and to his loving mother, Ben made out like a little Cupid Bandit.

I swear he got more candy than at Halloween.  Never you mind those Peeps.  Yes they are opened and yes, they were mine.   “Were” being the key word here.

The most romantic day of the year was rounded out by a meal with my folks, lots of Facebook games and watching The Dark Knight with my little Valentine Con-Artist. 

I guess Valentine’s Day is just like any other holiday.  It is what you make it out to be.  Hallmark holiday or not, this one was filled with family, friends and thankfully LOTS of chocolate.

And of course the traditional “Princess” card for this Princess…

Friday night, Tammy and I once again convened at The Boys place for Movie Night #2.   After our inaugural Movie Night of Mommie Dearest, this was going to be hard to top.

But of course, I’m dealing with Joe and Jason.  Therefore not only was ”Mommie Dearest” night beat, this night was OVER the top.

When I first walked into their house, my eyes were gravitationally pulled to this fine specimen.  I took in a sharp intake of breath as I wondered, “What the hell is this thing?!” 
Was it an alien pod?  A very fancy new antenna?  Or was it, perhaps, their Christmas Tree?

Only these two could pull this off. 

When I asked Jason which Christmas tree farm they went to to chop down this beauty, to my surprise he didn’t say Dr. Seuss’s own private stash.  No, he replied with, “eBay.”  Interesting.  Next year perhaps my dad, Ben and I will search out that eBay Tree farm.

At one point, as I was taking a picture of this amazing tree, Joe got a little twinkle in his eye.  “Um Becky?”  he asked, “Since our camera isn’t working, would you mind if Jason and I changed into the outfits we are wearing for a Christmas party tomorrow night and taking our picture?”   As I chuckled I said, “Of course!  Go change.  But you do realize that if you weren’t already gay, this would make you SO gay!”

I must say, they make a very cute, beautiful, happy couple:

Take THAT Prop 8!

What is a movie night without copious amounts of food?  It’s a failure!  So we all brought a little something to share.

I slaved ALL day with my friend Joe to make something just right for my dear friends.  No, not Jason’s Joe.  My Joe.  He’s a Trader.  He’s originally from California but thankfully came to Madison last summer and I have been so happy ever since. 

Anyway, he helped me make all these wonderful little desserts, put them in their own little paper cups and even gave me a great little carrying case for them.   Thanks again Joe!  They were swell.

Because not only was this our Movie Night, it was also a Holiday Celebration, Jason went out of his way and made mulled wine.   From scratch! 

Since it was such a labor of love and did smell wonderful, in one fast motion, I grabbed my mug and took an instant big swig.  And then I immediately set it down.  Where it sat untouched for the rest of the night and perhaps for the rest of my life.  I didn’t care for it.   Which is the very mature way of saying, it was like drinking hot NyQuil.  But really such a sweet gesture. Thanks Jay!

When we could finally stop gabbing enough to concentrate on our movie, we put in Little Britain.  Oh dear God… if you have never seen this show, which is now on HBO, it’s a must see.  Er, although I highly recommend having as much alcohol in your system that is legally allowed and no parental units around.  

It is hilarious but so bizarre and at times very uncomfortable.  There were a couple skits where I had to pick my jaw up off the floor.  And trust me, I’m not normally easily embarrassed. 

All in all it was a great night! 

Nothing says “Happy Holidays” like psychedelic Christmas trees, drinking hot cough syrup and watching really uncomfortable very inappropriate British humor with great friends.

What did you do Friday night?

Me?  Oh, not much… I just hung out with my two best boyfriends and watched THIS:

If you haven’t had a Mommie Dearest party with some of your favorite people, you haven’t truly lived.

Yes sir, we did it up right.  No messin’ around here.  We had the cold cream, the wire hangers and of course some cocktails.  Because how can you celebrate the fantastic-ness that IS Mommie Dearest without some drinks?  After all, she was drunk through most of the movie.

We started planning this gala night on Tuesday and I pretty much laughed about it for the rest of the week.

Friday night finally arrived, and happily our friend Tammy decided to join the mayhem.  We all brought snacks which turned into quite a feast.  The spread of food was just as amazing as the Sangria that flowed. 

As the first creepy sign of Joan Crawford’s red lips displayed on the screen, I reminded my follow watchers that MY MOTHER had taken nine year old Becky to see this movie when it first came out.  Such a suitable age to be taken to a movie about child abuse; don’t you think?  I vividly remember chewing watermelon bubblegum during the movie.  Therefore, to this day, I can not chew watermelon gum without remembering the creepy cold cream faced Joan beating Christina with the WIRE HANGERS!!!

YOU try getting over that image when you are only 9!  Nightmares?  Just a few…

Maybe it was the cheesiness of this 1981 movie.  Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was just the company but we all started commenting on the movie like we were in Mystery Science Theater 3000. 

“I think that no one truly understands Joan.  Certainly not that Baaaastard Mayer.  Poor Joan.  She is DAMN mad and she deserves to be.  She IS Hollywood Royalty after all.”
“You know Tina, seriously, get over it already.  At least you were wearing pajamas when the wire hangers hit your back.  Could have been worse…”
“Look at J.C. garden!  That tree deserved to go.  So ugly.  And how nice of her to involve the children in the middle of the night.”

If anyone can PLEASE tell us why Christopher was strapped into his bed at night, you will be invited over for the next movie night.  The specific movie has yet to be determined.  It will be something between “Roots” (Joe’s idea) “Steel Magnolia’s” (also Joe’s idea) or “Brit TV” (Jason and Tammy’s idea).   Anything works for me.  Hell, I’m just along for the ride.  And the food.

When I picked up Ben that night from my parent’s house, the first thing I said as I walked in the door was, “Mom!  How could you take me to see that movie!?!?  What were you thinking?!” 
She laughed and said “Oh honey. I’m so sorry.  In those days we just went to the movies without really knowing what the movie was about.  I just knew it was about Joan Crawford’s life and I liked her as a kid. Honestly, I had no idea.”

I do feel bad for my mom because even as Ben and I were getting into the car, my mom called out, “I’m really sorry about the movie!!” 
To which I replied, in my best Christina imitation,  ”Oh, it’s alright Mommie Dearest!”

Yeah.  I creeped myself out.