A good friend of mine, Amanda, and I heard of a really interesting idea.  It’s called a Leftover Party.  The name’s not too appealing, but the idea is definitely curious enough to have me throw one.

The way it works is that you bring a “friend” of yours that you might have dated at one point, but that you think they’re a really cool person, and would recommend to your friends, but there’s just no spark between the two of you.  So, that person now becomes your “undate”.  So, you and undate now go to the Leftover party and meet other people and their “undates”.

Tomorrow, Friday, October the 24th, I’m throwing one of those parties at my house.  Theoricly, it would be half and half guys and girls, but so far only 3 “couples” are coming.  🙂  Hopefully, there’ll be an even amount.  Regardless, I know it’ll be a blast.

And next week?  STUDIO 54 PARTY!!!  The place to be in Dallas on Nov 2nd.  (I was also told there’s going to be a Pimp and Ho party this Saturday, so Disco Stu could get a lot of visibility the next few days.  Which is good, because he’s been sitting in the closet for quite some time lately, itching to shake his grove thang.)

PeacE!

Many years ago, some friends of mine and I created a monster. This monster has become known throughout the globe as Disco Stu. Disco Stu, some say, is my alter ego. But I tell you, ladies and gentlemen, that Disco Stu is more than an alter ego. He’s a modern Disco diety. And all the women worship him.

Anyway, two years ago, Disco Stu signed up for a costume contest at Kempi’s night club…and won!…$500 smacks! Needless to say, everyone was impressed by this feat. But Stu knew that it was from the power within.

The following year, while I was living in Paris, my good friend Patty K., took over the contest by wearing a costume caked in blood and bobbing birds, imitating the movie “The Birds” and walked out of Kempi’s half a grand richer. Needless to say, she’s been bragging about it for almost 365 days so far. Well, those bragging rights are about to be over, because Stu’s back in town.

Here’s a bit of banter back and forth that Patty and I had regarding the upcoming Kempi’s Hallowwen party this year:

Patty (via Mary Muldoon): You will EAT MY DUST and the feathers too.
Tommy: WOMAN! You betta RE-CO-NIZE!!! Just wait until the Mothership of F-U-N-K comes landing on your doorstep. Then we be seeing who be eatin fethas!
Patty: Okay Mr. Funkmeister – we’ll just have to see who RULES !
I got fresh birds, and word has it – they eat FUNK for lunch! And they’ll be plenty hungry come Halloween eve!
We’re out for Bloooooood Baby!
Tommy: From the Eastside to the Westside, everybody knows that when I shake my
Southside, the women start going Tommyside.
There ain’t NO way, you’ll be getting your hands on my green. It’s mine, and you betta get it through your skull, honeychild.

Peace, Love and Fro’s,
Mr. O. (as in the Big One.)

As you can tell, this will be an awesome place to be at on Hallowween. If you’re interested in joining us, let me know.

So many events…so little time that it happened in…I’ll try to be as brief as possible, but good Gaud!…So much happened.

It started off with a Birthday Party invitation from my friend Suzyn, who was throwing a Toga party with another friend Celena A. Diamond.  Determined to not make the drive by myself and to brind my favorite partying and travel companion, I informed Lee
that he was going to be joining me on this trip.  Since he had such a crappy
week beforehand, I knew that this would cheer my main man up.  The plan was
to leave after Lee left
work and I would pick up the clothes (For the Toga) and other materials (laurel
and grapes for women to feed to us) for our little adventure.  I did forget
to get Suzyn a b-day gift, so we stopped by Carl’s Corner, TX to
find an appropriate gift.  After much searching, I found what I was looking
for…”A Carl’s Corner Toothpick Holder.”, some beef jerky and a postcard
exaggerating the size of the crickets in Texas.  After picking up some alkeyhol
beverages, and more grapes we arrived. 

Before walking into the party, Lee and I donned our new attire and “ran on up in there!” to be the new lives of the party.  Little did these inhabitants of the Toga Party know that their night was going to change because we were now there.  I immediately joined up with a few of my friends, and maaaaadddd partying ensued!  They started to dish out birthday wishes and cut some apparently good cake soon after we got there.  It was great to see some of my old friends, Cathy, Suzyn, Cecilia (Sorry if I spelled your name wrong there.), and Celena
(the awesome hostess of the evening.)  As well as meet some new ones who’s
names I don’t remember…but faces I shall never forget:  (Thankfully to
my trusty digital camera)  “Cowboy boots Toga girl“, “Scary Neighbor Jimmy“, “Girl with Cool Shoes“, “Girl not wearing a Toga but kept with tradition by going Commando“, “Guy mixing Mardi Gras and Toga Party“, “Anthony…Alfred…Author…whatever.“, “Holly and Paula.” 

Here are some other really good misc pictures that I can’t afford to pass up:  “God Bless photography“, “Lee wanted me to destroy this picture…So here I am putting it on the Internet.”, “Dude! 
I just totally grabbed your ass!  I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to do that…and
I did a really poor job.  If you want me to make it right, you can come back
and I’ll do it again.”, “Gaudess luv.”, “Umm…your toga’s too small.”, “The picture of the night.”, “It’s good to be Emperor“, “Uhh…umm…I’m sorry…were you just saying something?  I got distracted.”, “I see Toga People.”

After many, many hours, the party died down…That was at about 3-4AM. 
Then, little by little, people started to trickle off.  And then there were
10…More talk…more chatting…more people leaving.  And then there were
6.  At which point, Lee and I started mellowing the party out by telling
our tales of The Polyphonic Spree,
and how we think they are God’s Gift to music.  (They’re going to be in Austin
on Sept 14, so Austinites BE THERE!  Lee and I might be making a trip down
there again to experience this.)  This, plus a few of our other amusing stories
and Lee‘s huge lexicon kept the group entertained for quite a while.

Suzyn and “Anthony…Alfred…Aurthor…whatever”‘s left…And then there
were 4.  More music, more chat…And then it was 7AM.  “Uh guys…wanna go
get some breakfast?”  So, we then performed a sacred “Prayer of extinguishing
the Tikki Torches and thanking the Party Gauds who bestowed many fortunes
on us these past hours.”  and dragged our tired butts (At this point, it
was myself, Celena, Lee and Eric) to Kirby’s for some omlettes and more entertaining
stories.  Since I had to be back in Dallas for 2PM, I figured that we would
roll on outta Austin. 

By this time, I was VERY braindead and asked Lee to drive the way back. 
I kicked the chair back and took a short nap.  I was then woken up by the
sound of my tires screeching.  My immediate thought was, “It’s going to be
ok, we’ll stop in time.”  Then…WHAM!!!  Forward motion throws me into my
seatbelt and I am now looking (very closely, mind you) at the rear end of
a white Chevy.  Not good.  We pulled off into a bank parking lot and assessed
the damages.  Thankfully, NOONE was hurt.  The guy in the truck had no visible
damage, except for a bent plug, which they can probably take a wrench to. 
My car had a new cleft lip.  We
were able to bend my hood down a lot and even though there was some fluid
leakage, the car was drivable.  Thankfully, we were able to make it back
to Dallas w/o the car overheating, simutaneously combusting, or just plain
stopping.  The trip back was much more somber than the one coming, but towards
the end, we were back to our normal chipper selves…at
least as chipper one can be w/o sleeping for 36 hours, driving for 7 of them,
and partying for 10 of the rest.  That and we discussed our new line of shirts
involving our favorite catch quotes, “Qui est ton papa?!”, “And…WWHHHEEE!!!!”,
, “PIE!”, which we might get Celena to design.

Final analysis:  Party…GOOOOODD!!!   Driving…..BAADDD!!!  Still, a
great time was had by all and I’m looking forward to doing it again…just
this time in Dallas. 🙂

Here’s a link to the entire album of pictures I took at the party.

Ever
had one of those days where everything went your way? Where you were on
top of the world? It seemed like for 24 hours, your guardian angel was the
cream of the crop? And then it his 12:01, the next day, and his/her shift
was over?

On Friday, I had a truly extraordinary day. I got figured out A LOT regarding
perl, Makefile and installing libraries on my UNIX system at work, without
having root access. Go me. 🙂 Then, I got a call from a girl who asked
me out! Woah! Don’t get much better, than that, right? Well, I then went
to play disc golf with my best friend Lee
and then I sank an 85 foot putt! (Quite an amazing feat, I will say.) After
celebrating at one of our favorite restaurants, Chipotle, we went to CD Warehouse
and I bought music from a band I’ve been wanting for a long time. Oingo Boingo.
And on the way home, a really great girl who I think is the total bomb, called
and wanted to hang out. I did the Snoopy Dance of Joy as soon as I got off
of the phone with her.

When she came over we chatted, and watched “Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back“. Kevin Smith is one hell of a director, and we both enjoyed the movie. A woman who can hang with Jay and Silent Bob says a lot to me. Anyway, the universe was at my every command. Muhahahaha!

And as far as I can figure, at 12:01, all of that changed. What happened
is that I licked her. Now before your mind goes south with that, I want
you to know that it was just on the cheek. It is what I call a Snoopy Kiss.
Remember how Snoopy would lick Lucy and then she would go around screaming,
“Dog Germs! I’ve been touched by Dog Lips!”
Well, she didn’t run around like Lucy did, but at that point, the evening
was over. Nor have I heard back from her. Lesson learned.

So, boys and girls, what’s the moral of the story? For the Love of God,
don’t Snoopy Kiss someone until you’ve reached “that point” in the relationship.
Even then…wait a few months. Commit that to memory.

Here’s Lee’s account of the event: