Thanksgiving - Part 1

Last week in KC was great. It was a bit hectic at times, trying to meet up with as many friends and family as possible, but so worth it.

Especially spending time with this loverly lady:

And this one - so dashing with the mustachio!
Sistas! And three of my favorite ladies.

I think there is something wrong with me. Why? I think everyone looks better with one of these mustaches. There's just... something... idk. Something fabulous about them. They make everything seem a little more formal.
After arriving in town Saturday, we hung out with Mr. Perfect's parents, had dinner (see above) with Shell and my favorite weather patterns, then headed to The Well in Waldo to meet friends out. I had invited friends via Facebook to a night of Shenanigans. Here's the invite:

We're in town. Come hang out. Drink. Shenanigans. Mustaches. Wigs. Pilgrims.
Indians. Cornucopias. Pocahontas. Sacajawea. Edward. Bella. It's all relevant,
acceptable and requested. It's Thanksgiving, Bitches.

I feel like we came through on the promised festivities. And yes, I may have packed costumes and flown them to KC. Maybe.

Hullo Gov'nah!
Randomness is just one of Hurricane and Typhoon's many charms. Take, for instance, when Melissa (Typhoon) pulled out a full-sized bottle of soap from her purse.
And then decided she would be my bathroom attendant for the evening.
And then totally followed through.

Complete with towel draped over her arm, hair style touch-ups, and courtesy ring holding while I washed my hands -after she pumped soap in them, of course.

I still haven't decided which was more awkward of us - when she was my attendant at the one-person bathroom at Blanc Burgers & Bottles, or when she came into the bathroom at the Well and stood there, waiting patiently with soap ready, while I used the facilities. The other women had no clue what was going on (it didn't help that I didn't really talk to Melissa when she was acting as soap maiden - she was, after all, the help).

The night was fun. The Well was packed, and most of the patrons seemed to get a kick out of our pseudo-Thanksgiving garb.

Except for one lady.

I headed upstairs and outside with K-did and some other folks. The bar had cleared out a bit, especially outside. It was pretty darn frigid, so I was standing near K-did under a heater-lamp thingy. (It was scary. I was worried my feathers were going to catch on fire.) Suddenly, a woman came up and essentially cuddled up with me. Seriously.
The best way to explain it is this - if I were on a couch with a blanket, sitting completely alone, she sat down touching me and pulled my blanket over her lap.
It was awkward. She was up in my bidness.
So, naturally, I told her, "If you steal my heat, I'll scalp you!"
Then she turned to me and said in the snootiest, most disdainful voice, "Oh honey, no. you. won't."

I was totally perplexed by this reply. Uhh, no shit I won't! I'm not an Indian and this is not 1876 and we are not at Battle of Little Big Horn.

So I said, "Yeaaaaahh.... It's.... a. Joke."

And she replied with a snort, "Yeah. I know!"

To which I say: