Friday, October 21, 2005


So tonight there's the following Derby Doll fundraiser in lovely Long Beach:

Which has me irritated because of the theme. For those not in the know, a quinceanera is the latina equivalent to a Sweet 16 party...a "coming of age" party, if you will. The boys wear suits and the girls wear big, poofy dresses with tiaras, scepters, and kneel on little heart-shaped pillows. So the big dress motif is being carried over into the Derby Dolls party tonight. And I don't have a big, poofy dress. Which is making me feel like doing this:

I don't really want to be bothered with trying to find a dress at the last minute, and this is most definitely the last minute. However, if I don't, I'll get a load o' crap from the other girls. Not like that's a new thing, but I don't want to deal with it all. Especially since I'd rather concentrate on how I'm going to get all of my Halloween costume components together. Blah.

Last night I went to San Diego for some derby practice. There's a big dichotomy going on at the moment...the newer girls will not play with me(they haven't learned all the blocking tricks to avoid getting hit yet), but the girl who's heading up the league, Bonnie, wants to take me down at any cost. She's the coach's favorite skater by far, so it's reaaaaaaaaaally chapping her hide that someone can stand up against her assaults on the track. Ha! Not that I'm so great...I've just gained enough weight so that it's not as easy to take me down. The eat-everything-in-sight diet is good for that.


Uccellina said...

Wish I'd seen this earlier - I could have lent you the perfect poofy skirt.

Did you find something?

RedDiabla said...

Oh yes, yes I did. Thanks to my sister who had a bridesmaids dress that fitted the bill perfectly. Photos shall follow soonly.