Behold: my new FLEECE! This is the height of chic in Seattle, mang. This and a pair of Hunter wellies and you are considered HAWT. This is me “dressed” up for my boyfriend John Waters Thursday night–this and my silver jeans and some glittery socks. I was going to really dress up but I just couldn’t seem to remove the fleece. Love. Looooove.

My date for the evening. Forget “Movember”–who knows how long this beard phase is going to last. He’s obsessed with it–constantly brushing it and trying to fluff it up. Poor little guy.

There’s me outside the Neptune Theater, pre-John Waters. The excitement was PALPABLE! Good thing we got there 45 minutes early, because it was a first-come, first-serve type seating deal.

I nabbed us seats while Josh waited in line for Reeses Pieces. Someone had extravagantly laid out an enormous tacky fur coat over four seats next to ours, and it turned out to be a drag queen in a bad blonde wig. She prattled on to the people sitting behind her non-stop before the show began. The guy in front of us turned around and bragged about how he had once had dinner with John Waters in Boston.

“He’s really…eccentric.” he said.

Well DUH, dude. That’s why we love him!

Kimya Dawson opened for John, and sang alphabet songs about poop and about being 41 and about her daughter. She sang on the Juno soundtrack, in case you were wondering.

THERE HE IS! MY BOYFRIEND! Wearing a suit by Dries Van Noten (someone asked). He made us laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh and naturally what would an evening with John Waters be without learning an obscure term? “Blouse“–an effeminate top. A drunk gay guy somewhere behind us slurred, “I’m totally stealing that.”

Afterwards I chickened out and decided not to wait to have him sign my copy of “Crackpot” (what a loser) but all in all I have NO regrets because seeing John Waters live onstage was on my bucket list. So is seeing the Red Hot Chili Peppers…are they still together?

This has been in my head all morning. You’re welcome!