Oddball update (tediously refreshing or refreshingly tedious?)

Today I thought I wanted to go out, drink large amounts of alcohol and dance my brains out. But as the Ape was out of money and tiny doesn’t do too well in public (for all the best reasons) the Oddballs spent their Saturday night indoors, almost sober.

One would fear that the night was only that – cocooned and dry. But nay! The Ape had brought her “bag of tricks” containing this:

a large bottle of flat Coca Cola,
a deck of cards,
a book on fortune-telling,
a Vampire erotica-film,
a bag of popped corn
and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon with a label featuring Elvis.

All this, together with tiny’s wearing make-up, a dress and high heels, made it a great night. We never tasted the wine, but the presence of the King was obviously enough for us to start tell me fortunes (I'm getting married soon), eat thousands of popcorns, dance like freaks and then finally plunge into the gory but subtle erotica of The Living Dead Girl. A subtlety that naturally anticipated dissection and explicitness in this outspoken guild of Odds.