2003-07-27 - 9:56 p.m. - come on, Vogue

Mmm…when we last checked in, I was daydreaming about David Grohl and doing high speeds on I-5. The following day, (Thursday) was a bit of a frustrating day only because it felt like I didn’t accomplish much. I don’t know why I feel I have to accomplish something everyday during my summer vacation, but I do for some reason. I’ve been trying to get things done during part of the day and then do fun things the rest of the day, or if I have a full day of fun, then I try to have a work day. I guess if I sat and wrote down some clear goals of I wanted to accomplish before summer’s end, I might feel like I have more direction and wouldn’t waste the time that I wish I had during the school year.

One thing I did do on Wednesday was read, The Geography Club – a new novel by Brent Hartinger. It’s actually a young adult’s book, but I read the review and it sounded interesting, so I put my name on the library’s waiting list for it, and it came in on Thurs. It’s about a boy in high school who is gay and ends up meeting another boy in an on-line chat room who is also gay from his same high school. Long story short is that they start a support group – a safe place for them and a few others at school who are gay to talk. In order to have a safe meeting place, they decide to start up a club that no one would want to join (thus, the Geography Club), so they’d have their safe environment to get together and talk. Without giving too much away, the story goes on from there. It’s written from the perspective of the gay high school boy – actually, it’s like a diary in a way, and I think the author did a good job at creating the narrator’s "voice" so to speak.

What stuck out in my mind about the book is when one of the characters says that they’re always seeing/hearing about straight couples' romances – it’s shoved in their faces, but up until this club, they didn’t feel they had a place to talk about relationships from their perspective. It got me to thinking about what I’ve been dealing with – not the hetero vs. homosexual relationships, but the life of singles vs. couples. Given that most of my friends are in the latter group, it feels at times as if this way of life is shoved in my face. I guess that’s how any minority would feel – the majority group’s way or perspective is so in the majority, that’s it’s the only thing you see.

I know being single at my age isn’t as odd as it was, say 20 years ago, but when you’re single around many friends who have partners, it gets tiring being the third wheel all the time.

Then you have the situation when one of your coupled friends is no longer together, and now you only see one of them – the one you were friends with in the first place. Given that the break-up was amicable (or as amicable as a break-up could be), it still feels odd and sad that I won’t see the other half of the couple anymore. I know that’s not always the case, but in this instance, it is – at least for the time being.

And then you have the situation when one of your single friends , (who happens to be gay and is the one you always do stuff with because he and you are the only ones in your circle that aren’t coupled) – he starts dating someone! Well – he wouldn’t say "dating" – he’s just getting to know him type of deal. I’m very happy for him, but I’m a bit sad in a selfish way, too. I guess it kind of hit me when I found out that he and his new friend went out to hear a band that normally I would have gone with him to see. I somehow missed it in the paper, and I know the reason he didn’t invite me is that he is trying to get to know this guy better. I totally understand and am not mad about it, just kind of sad I guess. I have to share my time with this new person, but given that this new guy is a sweetheart, I guess I might end up with a new friend as well.

In any case, my friend, his soon to be boyfriend, and the female half of the newly split couple and I went out last night. (I don’t know why I just don’t use names!) We actually spent the afternoon together at a street fair, then the brewfest, and then – the highlight of the day – a Madonna dance party!!! The party was at this Eagle’s Lodge and I have no idea who set it up or why it was held there, but the cover charge was only $5, and if you came dressed as Madonna, it was $3.

Let’s just say I spent $19 thrift-store shopping yesterday to save $2 – but it was worth every cent! I had a blast – both shopping and perfecting my Madonna look for the party. What phase of Madonna’s career did I attempt to emulate?? The easiest one for me was her boy-toy look at the start of her career. I bought this really cute gold and black sparkly print mini skirt and a cream colored short-sleeved mesh sweater – the mesh holes revealing enough to see not only the color of your bra underneath but also if it was lace, satin, etc!!! Well, my friend, J, couldn’t believe I didn’t have a black bra! So he came out with me to the mall last night before the party to shop for a black bra. It’s funny how a gay guy has to tell me what color bras are necessities to have in your wardrobe! And, no, he’s not a cross-dresser!

So we find a bra which goes on under the mesh sweater with the sparkly miniskirt. Under the miniskirt I had on black lycra work-out pants that went midway down my calves. Black ankle boots completed the outfit before I started accessorizing. For that, I added a gold ribbon with a bow to my tousled hair, and a necklace consisting of a pair of rosary beads. (Being an almost-former Catholic girl, I thought I’d get struck dead by lightning as I was gyrating to "Like a Virgin" with the beads swaying around my neck). I also had a bunch of bracelets including those black rubber O-rings she used to wear. I even added a black mole above my off-red lips to complete the makeup part of my Madonna look. Pictures were taken, but I have yet to figure out how to post them. It seems I can upload them, but whatever program I’ve been putting them in, Diaryland isn’t accepting them. So a written description is all you’ll have for now.

But Madonna isn’t just about the look – it’s the attitude. And while I could carry it off for brief moments in time, I quickly fell out of character when I would crack up at any stupid antics I just pulled at trying to be sexy, bitchy, and/or prima-Madonna-like. We took my car but I clearly stated, "Madonna doesn’t drive. She will sit in the back."

My friends and I thought for a while that I was the best Madonna imposter at the party – that is, until the cross-dressing Madonna came in. He had a blonde wig, a black spaghetti strapped dress/nighty (I’m not sure which it was), and these long, pointed, black cone breasts! To top it off (or I should say, bottom it off), underneath the dress, he had nothing more than just a black thong. I’m not sure if it was a jack-strap type of thing or what – his balls and penis were covered but not much else. And we saw more of his bare ass than we wanted. It was pretty nice looking, actually, but enough already!! It just wasn’t the appropriate place – out on the dance floor of an EAGLE’S LODGE doing the bare ass bump dance with your friend. An Eagle’s lodge member who was in charge didn’t think so either and told the bare-ass-pointy-coned-breasted Madonna to stop. It was very amusing.

So, that was my Madonna night. I have the outfit; I just have to work a bit on the attitude. "What are you looking at?….Strike a pose….Vogue, vogue….it makes no difference if you’re black or white, if you’re a boy or a girl, if the music’s pumping it will give you new life, you’re a superstar, yes, that’s what you are, you know it, come on VOGUE."

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