This is the color of the quasi-fur suit
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Oh the Golden Globes.  Ok, let me first be honest.  I didn't watch the majority of them live.  I went to church last night, and then, in an ironic turn of events, the bar.  I don't know why, I just couldn't bring myself to go home again, and hang out with Kodie again, and drink beer by myself...again.  It's bizarre when literally all the people you know in the city are all gone at the same time.  Back on track -- so yeah, I didn't get back home till the end, but just in time to see my man Jack Nicholson win for About Schmidt.  I have yet to see the movie, but it is such a lame but thrilling moment when you live 1500 miles away from home to be hanging out and see your home on national TV.  Even if it's something as dumb as the Archway.  But still, pretty cool.  That man is just so brilliant though.  He is the end all be all of 'that' guy.  That guy who in high school you were afraid of and in college intriguied you.  That guy who made you think and question yourself, and make grand choices you never thought you would.  He's that guy that every girl wants to tame, and that breaks the heart of every girl who tries.  Oh I LOVE him!  I don't think I ever realized how much till this little montage I just wrote though.  Oh but heavens to mergatriod Lara Flynn Boyle.  Are you kidding me?  You, the one woman who has come close to taming this wild stallion of a man.  You have him.  You have to be careful not to scare him away.  Key:  Do NOT come to the Golden Globes in a costume!  Especially not a stupid ballerina costume!  Jack Nicholson doesn't date ballerinas!  That's way too girlie and silly and let me spell it out
G-R-O-S-S!  Ok that's all I have on that subject.

I do have to comment on my pre-globes evening though.  It is just plain ol interesting to go to a bar by yourself.  If you have never done so, I highly suggest it. On the surface it may look sad, lonely, and pathetic, but I have met the most diverse people, and gained some bizarre stories.  Last night was no exception. First I met a lovely couple, David and Amanda.  They had with them Angel, their Pomeranian/Chiwuaua puppy.  This thing was cute as hell, but hated my guts.  It was just so weird to see a dog in a bar though.  It kept yapping and running around and almost getting stepped on.  I'm thinking of bringing Kodie sometime.  I then bellied up to the bar and met Sean, who's family is ironicly from Norfolk.  Nebraska is such a conversation starter.  Anyway, Sean was pretty tame, but he got me in a convo with the bartender who was just a kick!  Her name was Michele, this 40 something French woman with a tude as big as the country she came from.  I really have to work on my French accent because the story doesn't do it justice without it.  She was just hilarious bitching about people "Ugh -- ze yell at me 'get me ziz and get me zat' what do dey tink diz iz my jub?"  YES Michele this IS your job crazy woman!   But she was so nice to me, thanks to Sean. 
I ended my evening on what could me the most bizarre encounter of my 6 months living here, second only to Ellen and Sara's Halloween adventure.  There was open mic at the Rainbow, so I thought I'd stop in and see what that was all about.  I only needed like 7 seconds to get an eyeful.  There on stage was this man who, as I described it to Holly, looked like he had killed and skinned the Cookie Monster, and taken his fur and died it Bright Neon Green.  He then took that fur and made himself some fur - chaps, a fur tube top, and a mop of green fur veiled hair.  And there he stood on the stage, with a guy quietly strumming guitar behind him chanting things like "I am the Mouse in the World's Computer!"  and then a few inappropriate things that I'll keep to myself.  Great great material.
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