August 21, 2008

Project Runway delayed

So, every Wendsday my freinds and I meet at Dos Primos for Margaritas and Project Runway . And by every, I mean whenever Carrie's kids and husband don't thow a turd into the works. Other people have been know to show up, but I can always count on Carrie, just not the rest of her tribe.

So we show up and a third friend shows. It's just a touch past seven, so we have time and such. We order margaritas. I get a jumbo on the rocks. Kathleen goes with her usual jumbo frozen and my light weight freind Carrie settles for a regular pina colada, heavy on the pina. And food, we always order food, because drink without food always ends badly.

I have a lot of light weight freinds. All my freinds that are funnier after two drinks and down right shitfaced after three are on the list.

About half past we ask the nice waiter to turn on Bravo for Project Runway and a parade of fashion. So far this season has relied upon the clothes, as opposed to last year when it was all about the designers. On the up side, the clothes are fabulous and this is turning into one of the best seasons ever. On the down side, the personalites are normal and less over the top than previous seasons.

Back to my point. I asked waiter to find Bravo on the TV. After a bit of guide searching and button pushing, no Bravo. I don't know if they didn't pay the bill or Dish network changed the channel lineup, but it still resulted in no Bravo and no Project Runway for the margarita girls.

So, we sat there and drank. Half way through our beverages, I get the, "why would a man do insert something stupid and insensative here? Hell, I don't know. I'm the divorced one in the bunch. They have both been married, happily and otherwise for twelve to twenty years. Why would any sane married person ask their diveorced friend for marriage advice? Obvioulsy, I have no fucking clue on making a marriage work.

As the details fly, I feel guilty. My ex wasn't a bad husband. The things my freinds rant about drive me crazy. I attribute it to love. I never felt that deep toe curling, world shattering love for my ex people talk about. That is the only reason my freinds tolerate their husbands. And since love is different for everyone, I can't and won't tell them what to do or how to feel. I tell them that if leaving is the right choice now, it will be right in six months, so don't rush into anything.

Back to the show. I have been looking forward to this episode all week. This the episode that the designers are challenged to make an outfit for drag queens. This should be the most over the top fantabulous episode ever. Sure the prom dress episode from lat season was ok, but we're talking drag queen.

So, thanks to my DVR, I didn't have to worry about missing anything. Of course, during the next margarita, I get more details about how crappy being married is. (Of course I keep thinking how uncrappy my ex was.) And they start talking revenge. Little things like not washing undies lefton the bedroom floor, just fold them up and put the unwashed undies back in the undie drawer. Or, forgetting to make a place at the dinner table. There was mention of letting air out of tires and the infamous laxative brownies. I asked why revenge? I was told that revenge makes you feel better. Does it really? I suggested that things be sone that will be 1) noticed and 2) insitagate change.

Back to Runway I got home and grabbed the remote and decided to catch up on things. The drag queens werr outragous and fabulous. Just like drag queens should. So the challenge was to take the persona of the queem and design a gown for them.

Ok the ensuing 35 minutes involded the designers making fun of each other. And some sewing and other bull shit and commercials.

Any how, the runway show was one of the best ever hosted by the show. There were feathers and sequins and some of the best outfits ever. My opinon, the judges got it right with the pink, Anne Margaret on the Loveboat with the win. And the loser, Daniel, deserved to lose. When you think of drag queens, I don't think Carmen Miranda in a yellow flaminco dress. No, drag queens are all about three foot beehive and sequins. To make a dress for a drag queen qithout seqins or any bling is flat out stupid. The dress was nice, but it wasn't in the right context.

This would have been posted earlier, but The Squidbillies are on. More on Early and freinds later.

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