Brigitte Bordeaux

Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Current mood: bouncy

Dahlinks!

One of my friends enquired over the weekend if I was still alive... as my last blog posting was 2 months ago!
Had I met Mr. Right and was now involved in wildly romantic trysts? Had I secretly killed off ExBoy and the Slapper and was keeping a low profile until the proverbial shit hit the fan? Had I undergone severe cosmetic surgery to turn me into my goddess within and was biding my time to make an Entrance? Had I gone into the closet fed up with men and waiting to come out?...
None of the above, mes amies, none of the above. Only thing I did was go to Florence for 5 days beginning of October which was nice; extremely nice actually!!! Oh, and I went to Belgium in September where every one was very happy to see me. I love my friends and family. Enough soppiness!...
And then I hit a bit of a black hole... Dunno if this had to do with the fact that it's exactly 1 year ago I escaped the Grim Reaper by a hair (nananananna...) and was sort of contemplating my navel? I found things in there I lost ages ago... fluff mainly. Now, we al know that indulging in self pity is NOT cool! So... I didn't bore you with it. No rants, no moans, just me alone in Duck Towers, formerly known as home, crying in my Grand Vin de Bordeaux. I met up with a couple of MySpace friends who are now Real Friends - you know who you are, you've been upgraded, - which was an absolute delight. But none of them is local, so... no good for a little sob on the shoulder and a pat on the back.
But finally... we hit floor (you always have to) and the only way is up now.

So things are looking good, me thinks.
I still hate ExBoy with a spitting vengeance but try to avoid confrontation which isn't that hard as he works away from the provincial town of B. half of the time. And the time he is around, he gets summoned by Slapper Girl.
It does get lonely, mind. Don't forget that due to what I do (making jewellery is rather solitary) there is no social work environment. And my friends seem to move away from B. at an alarming speed. So I'm a bit at a loss here, how to meet new people?
I do go out, on occasion, but find myself inadvertedly ending up in a gay club... because they have better music, more fun, are the right side of outrageous and don't judge you, so it seems. I don't think I'm going to bump into Mr. Right there though, am I? huh... Cinema is nice to do on your own, a concert too but I lack the enthusing afterwards with a companion, going to restaurants is near impossible, what's left? Gigs! Yup, that's a good one as you can always prop up the bar looking enigmatically solitary.
SO... been brewing up to this one... I'm going out on Thursday! To a burlesque evening no less. Well, if there are single hot blooded males about that should be the place, no? And the dressing up is a perk. Which brings me neatly to what I had on my liver all along (Flemish proverb, don't ask): I went shopping!
I bought a divine fake leopard coat, very lush. And then a little sparkly dress and posh knickers (Ospreys, oo-er), and sequined hair bands and outrageous tights (not for Thursday as that is stockings/hold ups day...) and I'm smiling like the Cheshire Cat. No shoes! Well, I'm still peeved that some bitch outbid me last second on the Louboutins last Sunday evening (may she have cobbles to walk on). But then I have the shoes and clutch to wear with my Outfit already... Brigitte Bordeaux is about to hit Bristol. Brace yourself, Boys! (grins very widely). And whoever declined my invitation: watch this Space...

mwuah mwuah, sweeties. (smelling of Maitresse by Agent Provocateur)

currently listening: I Wanna Be Loved By You by Marilyn Monroe