C'est moi! Angela. This is the 'other' half of me and I hope you notice . . I use a 'real' addresses!

If you write back, use this address instead of Angela's - it's easier for my poor little brain to handle! *laughter*

Renal Colic (kidney stones). . sounds disgusting eh? Well, . . if they were worth any money . . NO-one would get them.

But I had one and the pain levels were such that yea . . the doctor gave me a prescription for Demerol. Now, as everyone knows, beer is a diuretic and supposed to get rid of the aforementioned stones and me - being an idiot - hit natures perfect food . . good Canadian Beer (as opposed to the fake (urine flavored) - American - beer :-p :-p :-p). Oh dear, what a screw up.

Feeling better . . MUCH better...... I decided to *gasp* plunder my own fairy-closet and play my own version of "Mistress Dressup!"

I ended up, head to toe, in a baby-pink and white, satin and silk (very frilly) Little-Girl-style party dress .......... frothy petticoats and yes *blushing* the frilly silk panties too!

Not satisfied with this . . . . an expensive 'Shirley Temple' wig, white ankle socks and button down patent leather shoes with royal-blue silk ribbons in my hair . . .

I was flying high! My heart was singing when . . . "DING f---ing DONG!" The f---ing door bell . . . . (love that 'f' word!)

Now you have to understand, I was on a roll here with a very chemically reinforced chutzpa . . .

Being thus emboldened I went forth and flung the door open . . and there he was! A gorgeous hunk of a friend. Not any friend . . but one of the few, sweet 50/50 fairies who owned a Harley Davidson Sturgess . . . I mean ya gotta love it right?

He just stood there, jaw hanging open, eyes like cartoon boiled eggs and . . . (Eeeeeeeeeeeeew.........) he ogled me! I mean he DROOLED!!!. *aaaargh!*

Even in my altered state of (alleged) consciousness I knew he planned to commit gross depravities on my sweet, beautiful, frills-and-silk adorned body . . and dear God . . . I just knew I would have let him! *sigh*

So playing for time I compromised and invited him out to my large - and very private - back deck (I live in the middle of a beautiful nowhere.) So . . . *puff puff puff* we smoked 'herbs.' Oh my . . good s--t too!

Later: It all seems so vague . . but somehow, me, dressed in frilly petticoats, frilly knickers, frilly silk party dress and a wig (that didn't blow away)....... I found myself on the back of his Harley headed for the liquor store! Oh yes, somewhere we got some real Cuban cigars too! *grin*

However . . . Being safety conscious, I was wearing a real WWII German helmet and leather jack-boots (ex-East German officer's pattern).

You know, I can still remember the awed hush as we walked in to buy our large bottle of cheap and nasty booze . . . . Oh God! I can remember 'flirting' with some red-necks . . . but - they . . well they sort-of cringed and tried to hide behind the beer pyramid of imports. They seemed so scared!

I was so hurt, I wanted to cry! I don't handle rejection well. Mind you *grin* I also remember the man at the checkout trying to give me his phone number!

Don't go into liquor stores dressed as a little girl - especially if you are wearing a German helmet and Jack-Boots!

Yes . . you may print this if you wish! It's based on the truth and I loved writing it! Give me credit and use my real name! Use BOTH!