what a night

I decided to go out.
Baph decided to meet me there.
Sylkweb decided to allow Mica to be babysat.
Dagger decided to come along.

Dagger and I waited outside the Chamber for Baph and Sylkweb.
We all went in.
Many drinks, Sylkweb induced to dance, then a fashion show.
Many fine females strutting onstage. Yowsa.

Inspiration brings us to the clothes shop. Admiration fuels me to try on a dress. Excitation convinces Baph to buy it for me. More dancing, more drinking.
We all left for the Highlander.

Much walking about. Much scrambling in the bathroom stalls. Scrambling yields satisfactory results. I am allowed to indulge in one of my few illegal pleasures for absolutely no money; only a mild suffering of pride. Baph attempts to do same but results were not satisfactory probably due to conflicting inebriants and the lateness of his request revealed fewer choices. We all left. Sylkweb wants to return to a social convention which requires actual talking to a man and making a request. Dagger goes along for moral support. We all leave again.

I needed smokes. We stop at a gas station. Transaction completed and smiles at my new dress (decorated with a word for a certain sensual act) I arrive back at the car to discover some shifty-looking character hovering about my vehicle. My passengers were mildly upset; seems he had been bothering them.

I am a mother. When I have guests or passengers I am responsible for their welfare and happiness. Personal affrontry has no place in my small-world view of a night of delights. Baph and I attempt to clear the air between us and the offensive man by debarking from the vehicle and insisting that the vagrant step away. He is hard-headed though and doesn't seem to grasp the concept of "get the FUCK off!!"

As we are driving away, the bum makes his final (foolish decision) and empties his plastic glass of beer in my face.

Vehicle stopped. Baph and I emerge. Venomous scenes in my mind, metallic objects calling to me from the trunk of my car, tirades and ranting and waved fists whilst people from all over begin circling the entire throw-down spot. One tall man, raised his arms and made placating noises at us all. The offending party was sullen and mildly bristling until I (recall my stature: I am under 5 feet tall) storm into his personal space and begin ripping him a new asshole verbally. The tramp realizes that he has possibly done something not too kosher in the grand scheme of society: No one is going to defend him against a tiny screaming female who has been doused in malt liquor. Babbling a stream of vaguely apologetic words, he lifts his hands and backs away. Baph will have none of it, and walks towards him raising fists. I return to my car, get keys and walk back to the trunk in order to retrieve my tire iron and make abstract sculpture out of this horrible man's face. Tall man, posits himself between Baph and shit-head and manages to make some kind of peace. Many people havegathered by this time and in a moment of Quaker-clarity I believe perhaps it wiser to vacate the premises. Baph is impressed by Tall man's eloquence and shakes his hand. Bung-hole has retreated to the safety of the dark sidewalk from when he originally emerged. Two people re-enter the vehicle and we drive off.

I'm sure the stench of beer will wash out of my new dress. I'm sure I will be able to clean my seatbelt and wheel so that is no longer is reminescent of a movie theatre floor. My pride, however is another story. Had it not been for the presence of my passengers, I can safely say I might possibly be in jail for murder by now. I may be not hothead yet, but I'm sure as hell not easily intimidated. I probably should do some kind of mental exercises to remember at all times that I am a small female who could get her ass completely kicked at any time. Unfortunately.

What a night. Believe it or not, I had a great time and it was all worth it.

What a night.