Tricksy Treats, Eggings, Leggings, and Musicians

Trick or Treat
...So this is what it looks like to go Trick or Treating with the big kids. HA!

Had so much fun that night. I took the boys around the neighborhood and let them revel in our fellow blockster's attention, and grab at all that candy that I hide every year as SOON as we walk back in the door.

But I am not gonna lie - I was secretly glad that it was below freezing that night, because I desperately wanted to get on the road to Fort Collins, and "real cold" meant the boys would want to go home sooner. Neil and I had tix to see Motorhome, Shanti Groove and White Water Ramble PLUS, we had the naughtiest costumes I have ever dared to try on much less wear in public AND the show started at 8:00.

I got dressed, did my makeup, had Jer check me out for good measure, called Niel to let her know I was on my way - and made sure I had plenty of gas for the occasion. The camera plus tripod was tucked in the back for safe keeping.

What I didn't have was a charged up cell phone, so I decided to charge it in the car. One hard braking at a changing light and my phone went shooting off the seat onto the floorboard. Being resourceful, I hauled it back up by the cord, slid it into my lap, and prepared to call home to report my excellent travel skills as I was several minutes ahead of expected arrival.

Only - the antenna of the phone had somehow speared through a few of the holes in my fishnet stockings. I couldn't get the phone off of my lap. Finding myself unable to drive while I unsuccesfully tried to free my phone, I pulled into a parking lot of a large electronics facility. I unscrewed the antenna, twirled it around to loosen it up (that tightened the knots, by the way),tried to slide the knots OVER the antenna,
and fussed and fidgeted my way into a general hissy fit.

That is when security pulled in behind me. No - he didn't help me. No - he didn't laugh at me. Just before he got out of his car I PULLED the antenna THROUGH my stockings, ripping the threads and leaving a nice hole right on the front of my leg.
Crying a little and trying to smile, I waved at him and drove on my way.

Try telling your friends you are late for a party because you got your phone stuck in your fishnet stockings. There is something unbelievable about that. Oh well.

Downtown Fort Collins is a hoot - hippies, college students, yuppies, guppies and bums all in one little microcosm of the universe. Strangely, hoodlums are also attracted to downtown...and one egged me as his car sped by. I know he was aiming for my car, but I walked right into it. Fortunately for me, it bounced off my biker jacket and splatted on the street. That was pretty cool. Cool and random. Whatever.

The concert was GREAT! Motorhome was a pretty crazy, yet enjoyable jam band. Shanti Groove was exceptionally entertaining that night - and of course WhiteWater Ramble made every single soul in the place dance like idiots. Yes. Even me.

The only uncool part? Waiting in line for 20 minutes a pop just to get a drink. I drank beer so that I could stay relatively sober and not blow my quit (which I haven't yet - going on 13 days), but those silly bartenders would serve every guy around me and ignore Niel and I just because we were girls and potentially lower tippers than the men. (OBviously, they didn't know how very well we tip. And yet that night, I became a very low tipper.) Some slimeball snaked his way in beside me JUST as one of the wenches was coming to get my drink order - and so I started making a scene about how "HEY! This guy is CUTTING! CUTTTTTING!!!" I sounded like I was two years old.

I am ashamed of that moment. And noone really cared about that guy cutting except for me. Ugh.

But - I did not try to fight him OR knock him down. I am making progress.

(that is my friend and Niel's Man Howie standing on his bass while playing - he amazes me...)


Niel said...

Great work on the pics, T, I love 'em! (And HJ was SO excited that you got him up on his bass!) I always feel so lucky to spend these type of nights with you and make all the amazing memories we have together! I'm so proud of you for really putting your heart into this quit...I think that it shows how much you love all of us that love you, cause you're granting us the healthiest and happiest TB that we could ever have! Love you, N

Jeff said...

Hey, Terri,

Nice quit you've got going on there. Those boots are almost as nice....Did you have to start lacing them up around noon?!?
I think that security guards are the number one cause of fishnet damage in the continent! Those bastards should have to replace the stockings....
Downtown Fort Collins does sound like a blast. The next time I'm there, I'm going to pay more attention;-)

Seriously, that quit looks AWESOME on you....KTQ!


Marla said...

Cute picture!!! Sounds like you had a wonderful time with your friend.

terri said...

MyNiel: oh...there are SOO many more where that came from! LOL -thanks for the fun. I adore you.

Jeff: How nice to see you! If you are coming anywhere near Fort Collins, I want to be the first to know. I will be your personal tour guide.

Marla: Thanks...I was a bit nervous to post it. My mother comes to see this blog from time to time, and I wasn't sure how she would feel about her daughter looking like that. So far I haven't heard a word...

Quindigo said...


(Do you wear a size 8? I'd love to borrow those boots!) :)

Jorge said...