Birthday bling and the glitter guy

Birthday Bling
Originally uploaded by Bucky Four-Eyes.

Some folks think old people don't know how to party. Well, I'm here to say pshaw to all that poppycock.

Look at the bling on this old gal. Gimme a hairy chest and lights on the floor, and I'm your Disco Love God.

This awesome display of chunky metal goodness comes courtesy of Balulah's mom, who really knows how to accessorize, if you know what I mean.

Well, shit, as long as I'm here, I might as well actually tell a story for once instead of postin' a picture and dashin' off.

I made what might be construed as a cryptic reference to my husband in my previous audioblog ("I looked like my husband's face when he leaves the titty bar"). Maybe it would be best to explain the whole glitter comment:

About a month ago, Jim went out to visit one of the local strip clubs. Some guys would have to sneak out and downright lie to get away with that, but it's not a problem in our house. I figure, he's responsible enough not to clean out the checking account with trips to the VIP room, and he's guaranteed to be in a good mood when he gets home. Plus then, I can sit and be a blog tard all night. Wait, I do that anyway.

So, on this particular night, he called on his way home and asked if I wanted any food. I did, in fact, feel a bit peckish, so I ordered a passel o' vittles and waited for my horny, food-bearin' husband to arrive home.

When he did sweep through the front door, he was in an even jollier mood than usual. He laughed and told me the woman at the drive-through window had been especially friendly and amused. Of course, with his natural animal magnetism, he thought she was bein' flirtatious. He continued to harbor that notion until he stopped and the brake lights ahead of him illuminated the inside of the truck. Jim happened to glance in the rearview mirror, and realized why the drive-through gal had been so amused.

His face was covered, quite noticably, in glitter. Now, a man with a less understanding wife would've been makin' for a public restroom to wash his face before returning home, since the glitter came from the bare, heaving orbs of the ladies who'd been entertaining him and every lonely businessman in Flint for the evening.

We both had a good laugh over that, 'cause you just know the girl at the drive-in was grinnin' at him and thinkin' "Oh, he's so fuckin' busted when he gets home!"