Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Dita von Teese Show

So I missed my post last week, but I promise I have a good reason. Myself and a few friends all went and saw the beautiful, amazing, glorious, Ms Dita von Teese!!!!!!!! There are really no words to describe how amazing it was. Firstly, she has a stage presence that makes you feel like you are the only person in the room; the way she looks and connects with everyone in the audience just blew me away. Heart palpitations and everything! Honestly, she is more beautiful in person then she is in photos, and if you have seen even half of the bazillion photos I have of her, then you are questioning if this is even possible, but I assure you, it really is. So here is the few pictures me we were able to take (even though we weren't really allowed to take any at the show) and I will tell you about me and my terrible temper and how the show went at the end.
My Outfit
Another one of my outfit.
Leggings from Esty Store Carouselink
Lace Cardigan from Amazon
Vera Wang Shoes from Kohls

Troll in my purse went to the show too. He was a tad scandalized by all the boobies. 

My friend Angela. It was her birthday :)
Because there are some moments in life that require kissey face photos.

Lazy song Dance. ::sigh:: perfection. 
Last Dance. There was an explosion of glitter after this.

The show was at The Gramercy Theater in New York City. My girlfriends and I got all dressed up in sexy outfits. I was a little more modest, being much less comfortable showing skin, but we all looked great. This was proven when we walked up to the door and got to cut in line and not wait outside. I mean it was either we looked as awesome as I think we did, or the bouncer took pity on us because it was cold as shit and we were freezing our nipples off.  The show was General admin, so we were standing the whole time, but we got in and we were only 2 rows back from the stage. Seriously, I could practically be sweated on by Dita...if she sweats, she probably does, but its probably like pure gold or something that comes out of her pores. These wonderful standing spots had 2 issues though, 1. We were standing and mine and the other girls shoes had heels. 2. Assholes wanted to invade my personal space.
Now, you may not know this about me but I have a problem with people touching me and invading my personal space, and I also have a temper that tends to show itself at shows. I have been to A LOT of shows and concerts and I think at about 80% of them I have gotten into a screaming match or some form of altercation, this is not my fault (ok maybe it is). I just don't let people think they can just walk in front of me or step on me and expect me to just be all cool with it. So these crazy tall bitches tried standing, like, right where I was standing, this led to us bumping each other and pushing, which eventually led to her screaming at me to stop pushing her, to which I calmly (read: not calmly at all) explained if she would just go the fuck away, this would not be a problem. This screaming match lasted a minute or so before I finally let it go cause I didn't want to get kicked out. So these crazy tall bitches basically just stood in front of us being all tall and assholeish the whole time and we had to watch the show around their big assholey heads. Whatever, I was here to see Dita and no body was going to ruin that for me. Finally the show started with Ms Dita herself doing her famous Martini dance. I had no idea if I would get to see this dance when I got the tix, but I was so happy I did. I think it was my favorite out of all of them. She pours water over herself and just dances in the most sensual way, I was practically bouncing with happiness. The second dance was by a lovely lady, Ginger Valentine, and it was Dita's own act, the Heart Dance. Out of the performers that weren't Dita, this was my fav. The rest of the show followed with 3 more dances by Dita, and mixed up with other dancers. Dita did the lazy song, a ballet type dance, and then the cowgirl dance. The shoes were all drool inducing, even the ballet shoes were Louboutin ballet shoes (::sigh::). The makeup, the sparkles, the glitter, the boobies, the tassels, all of it was amazing. But, by intermission, my feet hurt so bad I felt like I was walking on bruises, it was so hot in the front I felt like I was in an oven and I was over it. So I moved to watch the remainder of the show from the way back where I had lots of space. The other girls were all in pain too, and we were all ready to go by the end, but it was well worth it. The last dance was Dita riding a mechanical bull and ended with an explosion of glitter; it was down right dreamy.
I would go again in a heartbeat. Dita was everything I expected times 100. Her skin was creamy perfection, she gave me goosebumbs, and I fell in love with her every time she seemed to look right at me and dance.
P.S. The show was MCed by Murry Hill, who was pretty hilarious himself and just added a great factor to an already awesome show.

Thursday, February 9, 2017

The Eeyore theory

Eeyore is a donkey. A stuffed donkey that looses his tail rather often, eats thistle, feels left out of everything even when he is invited, and is an all around depressed, sawdust filled, friend of  Winnie the Pooh. He is kind of my hero for his quick sarcastic wit, and his inherent heart of gold that no one seems to really appreciate until the end of the story.
But even though he is my hero a little bit, I also look to Eeyore for some things not to do. Eeyore needs to do something different or nothing is going to change in his life. And that is what I call The Eeyore theory, which is sometimes called the definition of insanity (incorrectly!).
Eeyore keeps loosing his tail because he doesn't pin it on very well, folks keep forgetting his birthday because he doesn't stand up and say "hey guys, my birthday is tomorrow!" If you look at many of Eeyore's personal complaints in his life, many of them can be attributed to his continuing to do the same thing over and over and expecting his friends to suddenly start to notice him or act or be different in some way. To get better, to make yourself happier, or to reach a certain goal, a person needs to make a change and not keep living in the rut they have been in and expecting things to fall in their lap. Expecting people to change around you, just because you want them to, is a futile hope and a rather selfish one in my opinion. If someone changes and it suits you, that is a bonus, not an expectation. You are the only one in control of your own life and you are the only one who can really make a difference in your own life.
Now, Eeyore has been said to be clinically depressed, personally, I think he is a stuffed cartoon character and we all need to stop personifying cartoon celebrities. But in case he is and someone takes what I am saying wrong, I want to clarify. Depression is a true illness and requires professional help, sometimes medication, and family and loved ones patience, care and understanding; not just Katy's personal opinion on life and universe and everything.
But, that doesn't mean even a depressed person should just allow themselves to slip into a rut with an expectation to just go ahead and keep living like that forever and never even expect to change the sheets for the bed/nest you have decided is your salvation and the only place that loves and understands you. True depression, every day depression, and even just the every day case of the sucks, can get a little bit better if you make a firm decision to change the shitty situation your living in, even if its just the living situation in your own head. It may not happen quickly, but if you make a choice to, maybe, sew your tail on, rather then keep using a flimsy pin, then maybe, just maybe, tomorrow it wont fall off, and that would make tomorrow a little better. Sometimes its a small change, other times its a life altering decision that adds a sharp left turn to the direction your life is going. Its a hard thing to do, making a change, and its scary as hell. But sometimes it must be done. Living ain't easy, we all make mistakes, and at times that change your gonna make will look like maybe the biggest, hugest mistake ever (like, who the hell decided getting out of bed was a good idea!? There is all these assholes running around trying to talk to me and crap. Nope, this shit is for the birds, i'm going back to bed). That's OK, you can decide to do something totally different! (or maybe just try again later, when its less cold and the bed is less warm. You don't smell that bad yet, right?). If that new sewed on tail option isn't working for you how about some Velcro this time? Or maybe just a different stitch or a stronger thread?
I know I am oversimplifying a huge thing here, but that's on purpose. A big thing needs to be simplified into steps in order to be achievable sometimes. Step 1, Realize you are Eeyore and shit sucks. Step 2, decide to say "this shit ain't working for me, I have to do something different. Step up to the person, are you gonna take a step toward making that change or being a part of the change that needs to be made? Or are you gonna just keep bitching and moaning and hope the world adjusts to you?

Quote from The house at Pooh Corner
“And out floated Eeyore.
"Eeyore!" cried everybody.
Looking very calm, very dignified, with his legs in the air, came Eeyore from beneath the bridge.
"It's Eeyore!" cried Roo, terribly excited.
"Is that so?" said Eeyore, getting caught up by a little eddy, and turning slowly round three times. "I wondered."
"I didn't know you were playing," said Roo.
"I'm not," said Eeyore.
"Eeyore, what are you doing there?" said Rabbit.
"I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak-tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer."
"But, Eeyore," said Pooh in distress, "what can we--I mean, how shall we--do you think if we--"
"Yes," said Eeyore. "One of those would be just the thing. Thank you, Pooh.” 
― A.A. MilneThe House at Pooh Corner

“How did you fall in, Eeyore?" asked Rabbit, as he dried him with Piglet's handkerchief.
"I didn't," said Eeyore.
"But how--"
"I was BOUNCED," said Eeyore.
"Oo," said Roo excitedly, "did somebody push you?"
"Somebody BOUNCED me. I was just thinking by the side of the river--thinking, if any of you know what that means--when I received a loud BOUNCE."
"Oh, Eeyore!" said everybody.
"Are you sure you didn't slip?" asked Rabbit wisely.
"Of course I slipped. If you're standing on the slippery bank of a river, and somebody BOUNCES you loudly from behind, you slip. What did you think I did?” 
― A.A. MilneThe House at Pooh Corner

Thursday, February 2, 2017

A Sad Poetry kinda time.

Hunny is working nights. He leaves about 20 minutes after I get home from work and comes home around 4 in the morning, which is an hour before I wake up.  It sucks. I am happy he is working and he is making good money, and this is not the first nor the last time this has happened. I set goals for myself to "do" something every night and not fall into the massive depression pit, which has happened several times in the past to me. I try to make dinner every night and leave him a plate in the morning, this makes us both feel closer. Also I try to keep myself from going to bed before 9pm, seeing as I am guilty of hiding in my bed and sleeping myself into a sad state. It all sucks and its hard. I wrote a nice blog piece for this week that had a really great happy vibe, but it feels like too much of an emotional lie to really post. I feel grouchy and crappy and melancholy. Melancholy is a good word for it, because there really isn't an obvious cause for my sadness, Hunny loves me and misses me, and I love him and I miss him. I wouldn't want him to change his schedule if this is what he needs to work right now, nor would I want him to be in a different profession that wouldn't make him work this schedule at times. I am just sad because I really enjoy hanging out with him, I enjoy his company a lot, even if its just reading a book in the same room he plays a video game in. I feel like I have nothing to look forward to in a day, its just weekday after weekday working at a job that doesn't challenge me in the slightest, then coming home and just trying to force myself to "do" something any try and not sleep myself into a bottomless depression, waiting for the weekend and trying to ignore that next week is just going to be the freaking same. Hopefully we will have kids someday soon and they will be a something I can focus on during these times. One week will be over soon.

Charles Bukowski - Gamblers All

sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, 
I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside 
remembering all the times you've felt that way, and 
you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face 
in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway, 
get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the 
newspaper of horror, place it on the coffee table, kiss your 
wife goodbye, and then you are backing the car out into life itself, 
like millions of others you enter the arena once more. 

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, 
moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch 
the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow 
get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull 
days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful 
and so disappointing because 
we are all so alike and so different. 

you find the turn-off, drive through the most dangerous 
part of town, feel momentarily wonderful as Mozart works 
his way into your brain and slides down along your bones and 
out through your shoes. 

it's been a tough fight worth fighting 
as we all drive along 
betting on another day.