Fashion Week

It is "Fashion Week" in my little town.  Does your town have "Fashion Week"?  That's all I'm saying.  It is a horror and a disaster, I think.  I went downtown late this afternoon to see because I had two texts that said in lascivious language that there were pretty girls on the Boulevard.  I went because I was bored.  I went because.

It was sunset when I got there, and the Boulevard was relatively empty.  Then I saw the Big White Tent across the Park and the word "Fashion," I guess.  I went.

All about were little rednecks in ankle boots with high heels and chiffon dresses and plenty of makeup thinking they were going to the Oscars.  There were fellows, too, in Guido Jeans and slinky shirts.  Oh. . . it was something.  It was awful.  There was music coming from the tent and outside there was a black carpet and spotlights on backgrounds like the ones they do have at the Oscars and awful people getting there pictures taken.  Dreams Come True.

I had invitations out, but I couldn't.  I went for sushi alone instead, and they asked where my girl was.

"She's with her boyfriend," I said.  They looked sad as I put my thumb and forefinger up in an "L" on my forehead.  Well. . . time was. . . . .

When I got home, I had a message from C.C.  He loves Asian women and had sent me this.  It is the future, I think.  Get ready.  The Asians (you know I love such terms) and their Pop Mentality are about to take over.  It is the musical equivalent of "Fashion Week."

He-he-he.

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I met the Spawn of Q yesterday.  We shall call him Q2 (or should we call him QR2?  I'll let Q decide).  He is one of the cutest kids in the world, and I wouldn't say it if it were not true.  He smiles instantly and perfectly having learned early that he can manipulate the world that way.  He is smart, too, you can tell.  His eyes are active and penetrating already.  He is alive to the wonders of the world.  Trust me, I know these things.

I woke up to a cool house.  I opened the doors to a chilly morning.  Yesterday was perfect and today should be more so.  It won't last but it is nice for now.  I hope it brings me up, brings me back.  I am ready to reclaim my life in its former glory, though merely being ready is not always enough.