Am I in David Lynch Film?

Some surreal observations from our evening out on Saturday:

- a woman at least seventy years old dancing among the college crowd. She danced alone, and she appeared to be sitting alone. She had the figure of a prima ballerina and she danced beautifully. It was difficult to take your eyes off of her.

- two young women with serious big hair, dancing suggestively with drinks in their hands. Did I say suggestively? It looked like they were about to switch into lap-dance mode at any moment. One of them appeared to be pregnant; however it could simply have been what she was wearing. Still, the surreality of it all was too much to bear.

- a young woman with dwarfism who was with two very tall friends. Perhaps from our vantage point up in the balcony, the height difference among the three of them was exaggerated, but, added to the other incidents, it bore retelling.

And now for the piece de resistance....

- as we left the warmth of the building and walked out into the brick wall of frigidity (we're still in the deep-freeze here), we passed a rather dumpy young man bundled up from the cold, speaking into his cell-phone. The phrase we overheard as we passed?

"Yes, but you hurt me too, Mother!"

I'm on the Prowl!

I have just had so much fun!

Main Man took the boys to an early movie. I think they went to see Eragon.

We have plans to go out for a couple of drinks to our favourite Irish pub after they get home.

I have just spent the last hour or so getting ready for our date. I mean, really getting ready, just like back in my college days.

These days, getting ready to go out means making sure the supper dishes are off the table and the last load of laundry in the dryer is folded before I fix my lipstick and try to find a shirt that isn't too spotty or wrinkled.

Tonight was a different story. I showered, shaved, spritzed, brushed, moisturized, blow-dried, curled, sprayed, tried on a few outfits, and applied real honest-to-goodness make-up, not just lipstick. I feel like a million bucks.

Move over Heidi and Tyra - Library Mama is in fine form tonight!

Confusion

Main Man and I went out Saturday evening to our favourite nightspot.

It is our habit to sit upstairs and watch the dancers from the balcony. On a creative evening, we make up elaborate stories about the people below. This past Saturday was especially interesting as there was a bachelorette party, complete with blow-up male doll!

Poor Main Man talked himself into a corner, though.

As we scanned the crowded dance floor, I asked him which girl would have caught his eye 20 years ago. He indicated his choice and followed up with, "She's not drop-dead gorgeous, but she looks like good girlfriend material."

"Like I was in college?" I queried.

After a short but pregnant pause, "Ummm, I'm trying to figure out what the right answer is to that."