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The grryl with the pearl.

“The phenomenal world that all human beings experience is fickle and flexible and also merciless. You often wonder whether you can ride that fickle and merciless situation or whether it is going to ride on you. To use an analogy, either you are riding on a donkey, or it is riding on you. Ordinarily, in your experience of the world it is questionable who is riding on whom. The more you struggle to gain the upper hand, the more speed and aggression you manufacture to overcome your obstacles, the more you are subject to the phenomenal world. The real challenge is to transcend that duality altogether. It is possible to contact energy that is beyond dualism, beyond aggression-energy that is neither for you, nor against you. That is the energy of drala.”

Chogyam Trungpa, ‘Shambala, the Sacred Path of the Warrior’

Right now, I’m definately not riding ON the donkey.

I got into my first accident tonight.

On the way to a thanksgiving party… The light went yellow, I was going too fast to stop, but I guess I should have tried ’cause there was a big ol’ metro bus completely blocking my vision on the right and that’s where the silver Accord came from.

I swerved, saw the brie, bread and wine go flying out of my grocery bag, had time to think, ‘OK, so I’m definately gonna hit them, but it’s not going to be too bad’, and then, WHAM!and I was pulling over at the bustop, then a little further to leave room for them and the bus. I hopped out and found my legs were shaking as I went to see if the girls were alright.

Thankfully, everyone was fine, though Dakini lost an eyeball and their pretty Accord got an ugly whallop in the back side.

Whew.

So much for my pristine record! The girls both said I ran a red light.

Oh, and it wasn’t until I leaned in to get my registration and insurance that I noticed my tea had also gone flying-swoosh! Spilled all over the place.

Sigh.

It didn’t take the cops too long to arrive and congenially provide us with handy little forms to fill out and exchange. So my day wasn’t ruined, the wine bottle didn’t break, and I made it to Kitty’s right on time and much in need of the hot glass of mulled wine, abundant hugs and sympathetic crash stories that met me at the door.

Hurray for friends! It was a sweet night, despite the fright.

Kitty sure knows how to roast a bird. and there were so many pies we coulda opened a bakery. Mmmmmm…

Now, I go to bed.

Bolsterhead!

…and nothing else.

I love fire. It’s good for cold skinnies like me to dream into and warm chilled fingers, toes and bones…

Peaceful, right? Ya wouldn’t know that seconds later there was a squirm, a resounding CRASH!-and voila, glittering, broken-glass-bit laden water running all over the floor. (Note to mommaself: Samdinner in front of the fire, not so bright).

Still, it was a good evening. Sam and I got to burn the wood we hauled home from a construction site and we both love making fires. He tears up and crumples the paper, I stack and light, he oohs and aahs and then…

We burn things!

Fashion was flashin’ at Girl4Girl tonight.

Much bootiliscious eyecandy and delicious hotbootie-shaking in a wild mob of dykes, femmes and bi-girls(with just a spattering of gawking mens for kicks and giggles).

I had a lovely day all in all. Gave some sweet massage to my friend Cara this morning, worked on my ‘boobless’ painting and then made a pretty salad for dinner at Kitty’s. She put on an impromptu spaghetti dinner party with homebaked apple pie(how impromptu is that?) and we all lounged about sipping ice wine and making jokes that would have burned the ears off company less prurient in a split second.

Luckily no ears were burnt, though a few were definately nibbled.

Then off I went to hook up with a posse of pretties to go dance.

It was a grand evening all in all, though I didn’t really kiss anyone and the thing I enjoyed most was actually driving home in the wee hours, by myself… It was so foggy. There’s something so eerie about zooming along nearly empty fog-shrouded streets.

Maybe it’s also just ’cause I haven’t been driving that long(I got my license one year ago), so it’s still kind of a novel thing to be able to propel myself magically from home to party to downtown dance club and back again.

Just me, myself and Dakini.

Just kidding, Yael. I know you’re trustworthy, it’s the vibrator I’m not so sure about.

I don’t think I need an entire carnival in my coochysnorcher.