lovetriangle | The good, the bad, and the ugly

Halloween takes on a specialness when you're spending it with a little girl in a princess costume. Yes it does. :-) The fishtail finally came out alright and she LOVED being in it. No problems with mobility and she was the belle of the ball, so to speak. Pictures in my camera should be posted at lunchtime.

Then, once again, Fate decided to kick me in the nuts for having such a lovely treat with our daughter,

Not only did we get invited to a party but it was one the hubby WANTED to go to. He's been saying all week, "When a Playboy Bunny asks you to her party, yo go!" So, after trick-or-treats with Claire, we got her changed and bundled up, got ourselves changed into costumes, and off we went into the night.We dropped CLaire off at the sitter's and headed down Melrose, where we promptly broke down. Once again, stranded by the Car of Doom that stranded me in Redlands in August. It is bad enough that I owe my father $1500 for the car and $600 for rebuilding the engine from August. It is bad enough that the f*cker only has to last until April when my own car is paid off. It is bad enough that we were stranded AGAIN on a very cold night with no coats, in costume (corseted and heeled) and because it's Halloween in LA there's a TWO HOUR WAIT for a cab. It is bad enough that all our friends are either at parties or wandering through West Hollywood enjoying themselves and we don't want to make anyone come and pick us up. So, we had to walk home. yes, walk.

But that's not all, folks. Oh no, that is not all.

The car has broken in a permit parking neighborhood so we know if we don't get it out of there asap it will be impounded, adding more costs to the insult of owning such a piece of crap. So once we get home, we change out of our costumes and I scrub 3 inches of death make-up off my face, get bundled up into warm clothing, and head off in my car to see if we can get it started and limp it home. We do manage to get it started and just as I am about to get into my car to follow the hubby home, there's popping sound and a searing pain in my side. Can you guess?

Grown men, not teenagers, not adolescents, but grown men in an SUV have egged me. This egg hit me so hard that my rib is bruised and I was wearing a shearling coat. The f*ucker threw an egg hard enough to bruise me through a THICK SHEARLING COAT! And speaking of said coat, it was my favorite coat, the warmest coat I own, the coat I wear almost every day, the coat I was given and couldn't dream of being able to afford to replace. Yes, my coat is ruined just as the weather is turning cold. No dry cleaner in the world will be able to unstain my coat. I may try to paint more egg on it just to mottle the surface in some it's-supposed-to-look-that-way image, but it is never going to look the way it did.

So, the price to be paid for trying to attend a Halloween party is one dead car + one baby sitter + one ruined $550 coat +one large bruise + one pissed off Playboy Bunny who will probably not return for guitar lessons. All in all, a very expensive evening that has put me in a very bad mood.

We are not amused.