Backtracking Updates from afar: Makin Love a dream

Monday, May 8th, 2006
12:48 pm
Makin Love a dream
Maybe someday I can trade you a smile.

What a truly amazing weekend it has been.
Thursdays fashion show at ruby skye started it off with a bang. Couture dresses inspired by the spring complete with rose petal shower at the end of the runway sashayed in and out of the flashing lights and sheer curtains. Beautiful girls in beautiful clothing with flowers,feathers and glitter shimmering and shining from every patch of skin and hair exposed. Talking with male models from tokyo about zoolander hair cuts and dior makeup backstage....while sipping cocktails and scribbling notes in my journal.
Blast through the intersection in the night across the city to Nickies where beat church filled up the place with gyrating convulsing bodies and top notch beats from LA. So much sweat on the walls I thought I was going to slip right outside if I didn't hold onto the bar. Through the foggy window in front I can see the people streaming in even though there is no place to sit, stand or dance.Clothing sales in the back dancing in the front all money all the time at the bar.Rumors of the after-party flow as my companions and I make our way to the house to reconvene. Eyes wide, hair tousled, and lightly sweat and beer covered from our night in the cave like nickies twirling and working our assess off. After two bottles of wine and many sessions of giggling on my bed eyes being to get droopy the phone quiets and we pass out in a pile on my soft soft bed not a minute short of the sunrise.
Friday finds us in the back of flippers eating burgers and soaking up the sun talking of upcoming events and angel wings on earth.Trading secrets and not so secret thoughts of the days past and nights in hysteria. Joined by two more with bright eyes and shiny hair....dusk falls, headlights turn on and we speed through town sandwiched in between two ladies a car full of head turners in a town of turning heads. Cinco De Mayo in full effect at the bar margaritas and tequila shots find us screaming and hugging while mariachi music blares good friends find our bar stools and friendly bartenders make sure our cups are never empty.
Drum and bass greet us at the door to the next hidden hot spot I frequent. Nestled in the ally way hidden from mainstream san francisco there is a party going on inside. Smiling dancing beautiful girls entertain me once again and its like I never left last weekend. The MC rhymes over the crazy beats making me move my feet, he smiles we nod and a friendship is born. Cd's and business cards are exchanged like baseball cards between prepubescent boys and we smile all the way out the door and on to our next destination.
My records shine in the dim light from the dj booth....wine in my cup vinyl in my ear. Headstands and shaking butts on the dance floor let me know Im doing something right in the booth. The disco ball lets tiny spots of light dance with the bodies on the dance floor. Private back entries and passwords keep the crowd small and we are hidden. We dance like no-ones looking and drink like there is no tomorrow until even in our dark hidden place light creeps in from outside to tell us its time to go home.The birds tweeter in my backyard as she blabbers on about some unimportant details of her life...I demand clothing be worn in my yard at this hour...even though she is beautiful in the morning air. Stripper cartwheels are perfected ending in my lap and the wine is gone.Morning has come and my bed is surrounded by discarded clothes lipsticks hairspray and shoes.A pretty mess. Like confetti on new years one that you don't mind picking up the next day.
Saturday drags on and on and on...with a headache to beat all and a wish for less alcohol and more reality. I stand in the flowing water half my brain coming out of its coma-tic state. Late for a photo-shoot. Bags are packed makeup is applied hair is tweaked flash flash flash....splash me splash me. Pictures of happy times captured by happy photographers...in studios that stay cold under heated lamps.Stillettos and silk draped in artistic settings for me and you. I smile you laugh we twirl our cocktail glasses and drink in all that is to be had.We are fabulous female vixens in a bond movie...missing the villain as we make our way back to the city. Night app-on us once again.
I skip the usual night club scene in exchange for an hour or two of precious sleep before my radio appearance.
Motobikes swoop me up and take me away through the crisp spring air as the city winds down we wind up next to a microphone. Poised for my radio interview eyes still sleepy fashion shoot makeup still perfectly placed on my face. Porn stars and wrestling ensue and we talk all about you.:) Call s come in from others out there in the abyss listening to us chatter over the airwaves.Band members smile from the hallway as titties make appearances on the microphone and our games turn silly as we encourage callers to make guesses as to the formation of pubic hair in our porn stars nether regions. Drugs cover surfaces and people are hanging from the ceilings to watch us in the studio.After an hour or so of asking for water and getting beer we make our way out to the hallway. Finding one of our posse passed out in the hall sleeping off a three day trip from LA and allot of booze. Photo opp with strategically placed pieces of trash and my foot on his head happens just before his eyes pop open and hands flail. Back on the motobike back across town again. Sometimes I wonder what a weekend in fast forward film would look like for me. The mansion lays ahead as we pass by our posse on the street. They run after us as we speed by falling flailing and giggling up the hill to meet us as we park the bike. Velvet victorian arm lounges and wallpapered salons welcome me back. Left over birthday cake lays on the table a tribute to the party still going on downstairs in the basement. The hot-tub is hot and much welcomed after a long day and night of here to there and everywhere.Bubbling fun is soon over however as the bubbles unexpectedly give up and stop working. We are forced to make our own fun as we giggle and slither through the mansion. Eating PB&J in the kitchen wondering if satan could see us eating out of his refrigerator what he would say.Darkness slipping away again we collapse in a happy lump under the oriental decor of a theme room,paper fans and strange gold leaf birds hang around us trimmed with green, black and red accents. Velvet comforter caressing my body I fall into dreaming sleepy time.
80 degree sunday wakens me sounds and smells of breakfast wafting from the now illuminated kitchen. I shower and quickly assess that I am late once again for our scheduled debut at the street fair. My tummy grumbles as we tumble out the front door down the marble steps and out into a warm summer like day. The smell of grass and blooming flowers is on the wind and finds my nose as I gaze across the street at the park. Remembering sunsets and mushroom trips Ive spent in that very park. A different trip a different person so close but so far away.The motobike roars to life and we are off again... the breeze blowing by at an accelerated speed makes my toes curl inside my stilettos. I look down to watch the pavement disappear under me scream out Weeee in glee and look back as the hill disappears behind us.
Collecting the girls on my front steps we grab our purses and shiny jewelry and make our way to the fair. Stripped tights and booty shorts are the apparel of the day. Music is all around smells of food,beer and warm summertime greet us.Jasmine flowers adorn my head and whisky holds fast in my hand. We dance and drink our way through a sea of familiar faces. Hibernation is over and everyone is there. Deep in the crowd we dance together gathering others with us as we party posse along. Moments of pure happiness are what I live for and with the sun and the music and beautiful company It cant get any better.Paprazzi photos at every corner, flashing bulbs and cute poses become our breathe catching moments. My freckles start to peek out from their winter hiding spots as the sun beats down on me.
The afternoon sun turns into the long shadows of evening as we make our way out of the fair and back into sunday grinning like silly hearts and holding hands.
Chinese food and movies on soft couches bring us back from our long trip...surrounded by a small group of friends. Feet on heads legs entwined we melt into the late evening fat and happy. Surrounded by some of the most inspired,smart,funny and truly loving people Ive ever met I cant think of a better way to end the weekend.We fall into a cab and enjoy the classical tunes playing softly as we head home. Tears and unhappiness seem so far away now and that is exactly where I hope they stay! Im still not well ajusted by any means but being happy is what counts and I have that in large amounts! So I smile and turn away from the last few weeks wondering how I could ever let anyone make me frown or get me down when I have so much to be happy for. If Im never well adjusted I dont mind its probably over rated anyway!