Part one: From Our Archives 2002
The Endless Celebration
when to stop
- it's that Vancouver Party Girl
want to talk about spontaneous? Well let me tell you. Within the
past two months I have made two very large, extremely spontaneous
mistakes er...I mean decisions.
I am usually the kind of person to make last minute plans and just
go with the flow, or the kind of person who wouldnt think
twice if someone asked me to go do something crazy with them, I
think it makes things more interesting when you are on the spot
and dont know what to expect.
However, I am also very much the kind of person who if planning an event
such as a party, I would have every, single last detail laid out to the
"T"; or if I knew I was going somewhere after work say, I would
allow myself to bring enough money to spend and make sure I had the appropriate
attire to wear for the occasion. That just makes me sound like the average,
practical Joe I suppose. But everyone has their moments to indulge in
the fun (or to suffer the consequences) of spontaneity once in a while,
while some would prefer it all the time and of course those who would
rather be responsible for every action.I believe that everyone needs a
balance between spontaneity and responsibility to healthily sustain
an interesting life. To give you an example, back in July I had figured
I would take the chance with something that would be a part of me forever
is now stuck with me for the rest of my life. Although I have thought
about this particular idea for years and years now, I never had the balls
to do it, nor the funds to do so either. At last, one day, I suddenly
had the urge to pick up the phone and make an appointment. Come the next
day there was no turning back, so I had to go through with it. I was more
than excited. The worst circumstance of the whole situation is trying
to choose which it is you want and at least try to imagine what you can
live with, again I say forever. Prior to the appointment I had already
decided on what I would go for, but that was only a week in advance. Alright
so my decision didnt change within a week at least, want a hint!?
Although I really could not afford it when I had other debts to pay -
but who cares, there are priorites right and debts are another story.
Anyhow, Im sitting and waiting and anticipating for about three
hours (past my scheduled time of course) growing more and more ancy and
having second thoughts after 3 hours of contemplation. Although, being
as stubborn as I am as you well know, I completely ignored my doubts.
As ever. I dont back out when it comes to big decisions such as
Finally, 3 hours after of all that long awaiting I then had yet another
3 hours of alteration to go through next.- 3 hours of buzzing
and pinching needles too, (however still better than the waiting part.)
My tatto artist was an occasional acquaintance of mine, someone I have
seen around, so it made it pretty comfortable first off. But that also
meant he was a little safer to press me as well. You see, I played the
tough girl act, as if 30 needles piercing through my skin didnt
hurt, so he therefore tried to test me by digging harder. The more I refused
to budge or even slightly whimper, the more he was determined to break
me. In the end we basically congratulated each other and I thanked him
for not fucking up my body (entirely.) Apparently he was disappointed
that I did not cry, I was just relieved that I held it in.
Today, two months later, I have a beautiful, nude fairy -with big boobs
no less- sitting crossed legged at the base of my spine.
All in all, the total of six hours, of what you would fairly consider
agony, it still remains worth it after five years of considering a tattoo
in the first place. To those of you who are also wanting a tattoo and
are concerned about the ink- application-to-virgin-skin process, you neednt
be worried. To be honest it kind of felt good in that bizarre, painful
kind of feeling good way. Then again I am also just a bizarre creature
and quite enjoy some measures of pain. The aftermath was for the worse,
I couldnt handle that as much. The healing stage, the constant itching,
oooh that was a major downer. I plan to get another one (or two) soon
in actual fact. Little ones this time round. As long as I dont get
fat and my fairy then looks stretched and weathered, I will be happy with
(OK where's the pictures Tab? Show us- Ed)
Despite the tattoo act being a life time committment, this recent act
of being spontaneous is way over my budget. It seems that the thought
had crossed my mind one day and by the next it just happened
another car! Compared to my current car, in which I still need to sell
to help pay off half of my new car, its quite a beauty. An 89
Nissan Pulsar from an 86 Honda Civic hatchback, hmmmm? The Nissan
is sporty and blatently red, almost a little too flashy for my taste,
plus Ill have the cops on my ass every hour now because it is attractive.
At least it does run well. Anything that runs without breaking down or
backfiring or that isnt suicide to drive in the rain is better than
my Honda. Although, I do miss it a tiny bit already. It has been adventuring
with me since the beginning. It was my means of escape and freedom for
two years. Ah, but I wont be shedding any tears (unless no one wants
to buy it,) besides, my new car has a T-bar roof!
I basically got myself tattooed and purchased myself a new vehicle stupidly
and spontaneously, but so far I am glad that I did.
Birthdays come but once a year.
Do you remember Chuck? (My latest beau as stated in the previous article.)
Well it was his 25th birthday the other night, for 3 nights in a row,
and it is still not over. You know what they say when you turn 25; theres
only 5 more years till youre 30!! Throughout the 3 nights and 4
days of abuse there was myself, Chuck and our friend Horty well
call him. We were the consistent trio remaining un-sober.
The first night we went to none other than a strip club, just an absolute
gong show. The second night us three plus another few -just me and the
boys- had a bonfire on the beach until all hours of the morning, having
a great time hearing otters sneezing and (what my drunk friends thought
were) whales splashing --right by a boating harbor for Christs sakes.
To ruin the fun, later on that morning I get a speeding ticket ($200)
and my license suspended for 24 hours. That killed the evening. Good thing
I bought a faster car after all!? I know I should be more regretful for
speeding instead of resentful to the fact I got busted, but there was
no one on the road except for the pig cop who was speeding along beside
me to get to the donut shop. If it wasnt on our way we would have
never been caught. Oh that made me furious! They are getting free coffee
on the clock while people out there are getting raped or mugged or Lord
only knows what. I wont even get in to that issue.
Poor Chuck was trying to give me the watch I got him for his birthday
to pay off the ticket, silly boy.
To start the third night off, hung over still from the first night and
in between still making it through work without puking and this time without
driving my car, our happy threesome joined up with another threesome for
more play. We headed to a club at 1:30 am dancing to Latino music, or
at least shaking our bootys pretending we knew how to salsa. Nonetheless
we ended up at a beach at 3 am singing Van Morrison with the homeless
and a $60 case of beer. (The price doubles past the legal liquor sales.)
At some point we all got an article of clothing ripped off. If oneperson
was de-panted than the next had their tits flashed. Needless to say we
left with half the beach stuck in our bums.
Hence it being Chucks birthday and receiving the rough treatment, he soon
figured that 25 meant he was too old to last the all nighters anymore
and passed out on a log. I have to admit though, those three nights took
quite a toll on my body too and I havent even hit my twenties!?
And there is still another party coming up.!
What he doesnt know he is in for
I have a huge surprise for
(Hopefully he can keep up.)
Till next time,
Take it easy.
© Tabytha Vancouvers Party Girl - September 2002
pockets on a summer day
Tabytha Towe is broke - send cash now
Its already gotten down to looking for change in the couch for gas
money, my am I a lame scavenger.
am the kind of person who would lose my life savings on a stupid bet or
something, or I would find the best outfit in the world that makes me
look voluptuous and sexy, but in the wrong color.
moments from Tabytha Towe's diary:
SEVEN and a half-EIGHT-
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